Celebrations, whether they be of such vitally-significant festivals as that of Easter, or simply of the smaller joys and milestones in our lives, are really important. Over the years I kind of let that awareness slip but have now come to a new appreciation and try to mark them more consciously.
Like the majority of writers and others who pursue an artistic career, my path has been strewn with rejections letter. On Saturday, it'll be strewn with roses. Figuratively speaking, anyhow.
