Never give up! Never surrender! — Jason Nesmith (Tim Allen) in Galaxy Quest
I am 54 years old, and tomorrow I publish my first novel.
Technically, A Path of Stones is my fourth novel. The other three are in landfills. They were horrible.
I wrote my first novel when I was 24. The second when I was 27, and the third when I was 35. Things got in the way. It’s hard to function with a personalty disorder you don’t know you have. It’s hard to think when your mind is clouded by chronic depression, and it’s undiagnosed, much less untreated.
I lost thirty years. So what?
It doesn’t matter if A Path of Stones will be released on February 15, 2017, or February 15, 1987. What is important is that it will be published. Time is irrelevant.
Something in me refused to quit. I’m stubborn. Yeah, I’m stupid like that. Tomorrow, it all pays off.
Don’t quit. You are not too old to accomplish your dreams.
An old joke goes something like this:
Man One: “If I go back to graduate school, I’ll be 40 when I graduate.”
Man Two: “How old will you be if you don’t go back to graduate school?”
Age only matters in the military and in parenthood. I don’t recommend joining the Army at 50 or becoming a mother for the first time at 90 (leave that to Sarah in the Bible).
Today is Valentine’s Day. Give yourself the gift of love. Dust off those old dreams. Try again. You owe it to yourself, no matter how old you are.
If I can do it, personality disorder and all, then so can you.