This morning, as I sat going through my manuscript, reviewing sections my editor had sent me, I was thinking about the young woman I met this past weekend. She worked in room service at the hotel where I stayed. She was unusually kind and very intelligent and when we started talking, I found out she, too, is a writer. At 21 years of age, she has just sold her first novel to Knopf!
As she shared her story with me, I let my mind look back over the span of years between her 21 years and my 50 something years, lamenting that it had taken me so long to get to the point of actually writing—and finishing—a book. Oh, woe is me, what I might have accomplished, I let myself think. And today, just as I was getting ready to send a note to my editor saying just that, I decided to check my email for Bob Proctor’s Insight of the Day:
“It is never too late to be what you might have been.”
Mary Ann Evans (George Eliot)
1819-1880, Novelist and Journalist
I quickly calculate her age. 61 years. And I remember the story I’ve been writing in my head, and have jotted down a few notes. “In My 61st Year.” I take a deep breath and recommit to my craft. Thank you, Mary Ann.