Last night I had to be talked off the ledge. “What if I’ve made a big mistake,” I said.
“You’re not making a mistake.”
“What if this is just a big waste of time? What if this becomes just another general studies degree?”
“But it’ll be a Master’s in general studies,” my husband joked.
He did a great job after that of convincing me that I’m on the right path, but in the back of my mind those doubts still linger. I mean let’s be real. The publishing industry is highly competitive. Perhaps I could get an editing job until I finally figure out how to get a book sold, but I am getting older, have no experience, and live in a pretty rural state.
“But everything has now gone remote. You’ll be fine.” The really great thing about my husband is that he won’t let me give up.
I often kick myself for starting so late in life, but I have to keep reminding myself that there are plenty of authors that didn’t get published until later in life. To prove it to myself, I actually looked it up. Here are a couple of links:
And Writers Who Debuted Their First Books as Senior Citizens:
Ok, I’m going to stop whining now and get back to work. I just want you to know that if you’re having doubts about something, you’re not alone. We need to keep going because “the only guarantee for failure is to stop trying.” (John C. Maxwell)