Since it’s spring and stuff–evidenced by all that snow in the NE and the severe thunderstorms here, and because there are flowers blooming outside my window, this little bloom from the Universe tripped my brain. I was “old”–being a relative term–when I signed my first publishing contract. I’ve told that story before so I won’t go into it, that first book was FAERIE FATE. There were a lot of people that gave me the fish eye for even attempting to get published at that age. Heck, if I couldn’t accomplish it in my 30s or my 40s, how the heckfire was I gonna do it my 50s? But I did it. I didn’t let age get in the way of my dreams.
Some people bloom late. Some very late. And some, very, very late.
But, Silver, they all bloom. And the longer it takes, the more spectacular it is.
Quite the deal, huh?
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Rosebud, Silver, the best is yet to come.
So what if I was a late bloomer? I now have 24 books published, with a whole bunch on the drawing board. I’m going to write until the characters stop speaking to time, until I can’t type anymore, until the world tells me they don’t want my stories anymore. And if that happens? Then I’ll write the stories for myself. I’m more of a wild flower than a rosebud. I’m stubborn and full intend to grow wherever I am.
And on that note, my pretties, get out there and bloom! No matter what you do today, unfurl your petals and let the world see your beauty. 😀