Well, here I sit blogging for the first time (personally). After 36 years of putting my dream of becoming a writer on hold, I have almost completed my first novel “Unforgettable (Trudy’s Story)” and I have just received word that the manuscript for my children’s book “Donald and the New Baby” was accepted for publication. The hard copy of my publishing contract arrived today and once signed, it will take nine months to a year for the book to go through the process of editing, illustration, cover design and finally printing!
It has been quite a long journey for me. You see, the first half of my life was dedicated to helping my father’s small business get off the ground while assisting my ailing mother with the raising of my three younger sisters. Throughout the second part, I worked towards getting my partner’s business up and running. My dream always seemed to take the back burner for the good of a bigger picture. But now at long last, it’s my turn.
Hahaha… Kind of reminds me of the lyrics to an old Diana Ross tune by that title [It’s My Turn]. Now that I think about it, although it sounds a bit melodramatic, the song really sums up where I am and where I’m going. If I may be so bold as to quote Ms. Ross:
“It’s my turn to see what I can see. I hope you’ll understand this time’s just for me. Because it’s my turn, with no apologies. I’ve given up the truth to those I’ve tried to please.” And perhaps to me, the most powerful line of all, “For years I’ve seen my life through someone else’s eyes.”
It isn’t nearly as tragic as it all sounds and I would change nothing about my life. However I would still like to warn you dear readers, if you live your life trying to please others, putting your own dreams and desires on hold, be prepared! You too may wake up one day to discover that you’re fifty four years old with a lot of catching up to do.
My wonderful life partner of twenty-one years and all of my dear family and my friends are behind me one hundred percent as I step out to take this journey. I look forward to this adventure with great optimism and anticipation for the endless possibilities that lie ahead. Still, with all these eyes upon me, I can’t say that it isn’t a little bit frightening. After all, what if after all this time, I fail?
Then again, wouldn’t the bigger failure come from never trying? Isn’t it better to try and fail, than to live one’s life wondering “if” it could have been possible?
So I refuse to let fear get the better of me because to quote another old song (last one I promise) “I could have missed the pain, but I’d have had to miss the dance!”
So as I set out to make my dreams of becoming a writer a reality, I raise my “virtual glass” in toast… here’s to new beginnings and a joyfilled dance!
Until next time,