When did your dream die?
- In 8th grade, when a whole classroom laughed at me for wanting to be an astronaut.
- In 10th grade, when the counselor told me I couldn’t take physics in my junior year because I had decided not to continue in advanced placement math for 11th grade.
- In freshman year of college, when I finally heard my voice on tape.
- In senior year of college, when I was heckled onstage while doing an original standup routine about Star Wars.
- In graduate school, when I realized I had no interest in completing my masters.
- In 1985, when my divorce was finalized.
- In 1989, when I was laid off for the first time in my life.
- In 1992, when my business producing training videos failed.
- Also, in 1992, when I finally stopped submitting the best story I’d ever written to magazines. Four rejections were apparently enough.
- In 1995, when I suffered my first major panic attack. (And what would turn into a months-long series of panic attacks.)
- In 2001, when I stopped writing movie reviews.
- In 2003, when I moved back home, but somehow managed *not* to take the town by storm.
- In 2008, when the economy collapsed.
- In 2010, when my fourth attempt at National Novel Writing Month failed.
So in light of all this, Is your dream really dead?
Nope. I’m still here, ain’t I?