It is such a cliché: my 'baby' has arrived.
But clichés have become themselves for a reason: they are truth.
When I opened that box from the publishers yesterday, it felt as if the baby of my leap of faith had finally arrived. I had worked hard for a year and then practised being patient for a year and a half, and there it was.
Colourful.
New.
Mine.
Doing it all yourself certainly has its drawbacks (uncertainty about my investment, to name but one), but it has so many advantages too! I can do with it what I like now.
I don't want to jinx things, so I'll keep my plans to myself for just a little while longer, but I do have plans, and they are (mostly) fun. And no-one is going to stop me, or demand 80% of the income of MY creativity and hard work.
And let me tell you, that is a wonderful feeling.
So. The only way is up! When doubt is creeping up on me (am I an old fool to start this at my advanced age?), I always remember a quote by Mark Twain:
"Age is an issue of mind over matter.
If you don't mind, it doesn't matter."
There is a lot of life in this old biddy, I tell you! Besides, there is no fool like an old fool, right? Here's to all old fools!
Renée
