It seems like Y2K was just the other day. We approached Dec. 31, 1999 with trepidation. The uncertainty of what would happen when the clock struck midnight was enough to keep us all awake, even if our chosen method of celebration was watching the festivities from the comfort of our living room. Nothing much came to pass – to the disappointment of all the news outlets that hyped the mystery, fueled the concerns and were poised to cover it all. Like fireworks in the rain, the New Year, and the new Millennium, came in with a fizzle rather than a bang.
That was a decade ago. Yes, a DECADE ago! Tonight we bid adieu to the first ten years of the Twenty-first Century. It seems like no time at all has passed, but looking back, much has transpired. Our world has changed in ways we could not have foreseen. The world has gone to war against terrorism, economic setbacks have affected us all, and technological advances have brought us news and entertainment faster than the blink of an eye. We’ve weathered hurricanes, earthquakes and volcanic eruptions. And… I got a decade older.
I know you’re a decade older too, but today, New Year’s Eve, is my birthday. When I was a kid, it was a non-day. We didn’t have much, so Christmas presents were birthday presents too. Birthday parties were, and still are impossible. Try sending out invitations to a party on New Year’s Eve and see what you get. Parties are everywhere, and birthdays take a back seat to the real excitement – the promise of a new year. Try going out to dinner. All the good restaurants require reservations weeks in advance, and insist you hang around to celebrate at midnight, whether you want to or not. How about those free dinner on your birthday, offers? Not on mine!
I’m not complaining. I learned my lesson years ago and simply moved my birthday to Jan. 4th. Nothing ever happens on Jan. 4th. This year I’m making an exception. I’m breaking out the Champagne and chocolate and partying until my feet fall off. For once I don’t care that tomorrow I’ll have to program a different age into the elliptical’s onboard computer. I’ll be watching the clock, counting the hours, minutes, and seconds with as much enthusiasm as Dick Clark, because on January 1, 2011, my first book The Lust Boat, becomes available from Red Sage Publishing.
So, as I toss the last decade into the recycle bin with the holiday wrappings and ribbons, I’m looking forward to a new year, a new decade, and a new career. Join me as I sing a chorus of Auld Lang Syne for 2010, pop the champagne cork to another year of waking up on this side of the grass, and drink a Bon Voyage toast to The Lust Boat and my new career.
For each of you, I wish a decade of promise and prosperity, and remind you that in the midst of chaos, dreams can come true.
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You can find Roz Lee at her website – www.rozlee.net
Book Trailer – The Lust Boat – book trailer
THE LUST BOAT – Blurb
When her fiancé called off the wedding and told her he’d had better sex with a blow up doll, Candace traded in her honeymoon cruise for a week on the Lothario, the most notorious ship to ever sail the high seas. Little does she know that Ryan, the sexy passenger who offered to be her escort as she samples all the ship has to offer, is really Ryan Callahan, the ship’s playboy owner.
Ryan Callahan is single, rich, and considered quite the catch. Two years ago he and his business partner launched the Lothario, a floating den of iniquity where passengers can indulge their every sexual fantasy, but since the ship docked following its maiden cruise, Ryan has been so scarce he’s earned the nickname, Monk, until sweet, naïve Candace coaxes him out of his tower, heats his blood, and steals his heart. But will she still want him when she finds out who he really is?
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