But it was a good day. Ran into a guy I've known since 7th grade. Um........(unspecified) years ago. He was such a good writer. I LOVED to read his stories. He wrote horror. Spooky. Scary. Boogeyman type stuff. I told him I was being published. He was happy for me. Hugged me. But I could see it bothered him.
You see...it was his dream too. It's moments like that which make me realize how hard we have to work to pursue our dreams. Relentlessly. Passionately. Faithfully.
It was a look at a future I didn't want to have. The "I could have" look.
"I could have been a famous author."
"I could have written what I loved to write."
Screw "could have". I'm going to :)~~~