Lately (and I think it's because I'm going to hit the big 3-0 in four months) I've been wondering if it's past the time for me to hang up my dreams of becoming a published writer. I do feel like this is a profession where you can find great success at any age, and my pondering is absolutely ridiculous.....
but I don't want to wait until I'm 31 to find success. In the words of Veruca Salt (who celebrates the 40th anniversary of my beloved "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory"): "I WANT IT NOW!"
[and I am working on it...]
Therefore, a little part of me wonders if I am the equivalent of the 30-something guy in his parents' basement trying to be a rocker. [Photo: Rainn Wilson in "The Rocker" which was actually a cute movie, IMO.] I mean, I've been dreaming this since I was like nine.
I refuse to let the negativity beast enter my universe of positive thinking. But he's got his big ugly toe wedged in my front door.