I recently attended the college graduation of one of my granddaughters. Sitting in the upper section of the fieldhouse, I realized that years ago I graduated in the same building, all be it a several times redone building. It was nostalgic and saddening. Looking at all the smiling graduates and their faces beaming with future possibilities, I wondered if I had that same look on my face back then. It was a different time, with tough uncertainties everywhere. Then again, such is the state of things today. Uncertainty and change are endless. While I sat there, the reality of my current situation hit me. Maybe my time for looking to the future had passed. Dreams of being a Times best-selling author are likely gone. Worse maybe my best written works are behind me. For an author, reaching the conclusion that you don’t have unlimited time to write is tough to swallow. However, as writers do, I’m going to keep writing. I kind of have to. I’ll look forward to seeing new reviews, ratings and readers telling me that they read my book. It’s what authors live for and I’m no different.
