Every day, I wake up in awe. Every day. Every day I set my alarm for a half an hour before sunrise, and when the alarm rings, I struggle to open my eyes before turning toward the window at my left. Through trial and error, I have discovered that by this point, a faint glow will line the horizon. There have been a couple of mornings where cloud cover hides that glow, but most mornings, the orange color that swells and deepens as the earth rotates to reveal the sun propels me out of bed.
I’m feeling the tension! And seeking relief.
I keep nervously checking my email. Way too often.
But I can’t help myself. I am waiting for feedback on my screenplay. Yet again.
I just spent the past two months on a new rewrite, making some adjustments requested from a group of investors who took a look at it back in February. They want more tension. My response to that was, “Yeah. No kidding.”
Many of you may have already seen this. It touches a chord so deep that news outlets have been covering it, and blogs have been sharing it. A man writes a goodbye letter from his dog. For those of us who have had to put pets to sleep, we know how heart wrenching it is. And if you are up for a good cry, read about the heartbreak from the dog’s perspective.
And I don’t mean me! This is something I am stealing from an old person, or at least someone older than me.
Here it is: You can start over at any age.
Today I met an 81-year-old man named Nick. He is a writer. However, he does not call himself a writer. But a few years ago he started over and started writing. So, he is a writer.
We crossed paths because he was looking for an editor, a role I have played more than a few times in my life. We spoke briefly on the phone and settled on meeting at Starbucks (I know, not very original! But to those who have read my earlier post on Starbucks, you will be proud of me because I did NOT order a Medium Mocha Frappachinno with whipped cream! Yay me!).
I knew nothing about him other than he would be wearing a white hat.