That was the chant of my best friend all through high school. We'd been reading "Julius Caesar" and, as he (Julius, not my friend) was killed on the ides of March (the 15th) and my birthday was the day before, it appeared as a doomsday threat. Which he never actually followed through on, but he really nailed the sepulcher voice with 2-3 weeks of practice for four years running.
So, now I'm sitting in a very unique place. My 3rd SOAR novel came out last month. And it's been getting great reviews.
So, what happens? It's my birthday month and my family wants to know what to get me. Um...
Beware the Ides of March minus one. Is it an indicator that I'm already having too much fun if I can't think of a cool birthday present I want?
So, we're going out for Mexican and a Marguerite... and maybe having a pumpkin pie with a candle when my kid comes visiting from college the week following. Definitely ranks as one of the best birthday months of my life. Hope your March is just as wunnerful!