This is simple. Unlike most people, there’s only one thing left on my bucket list.
Get a book published.
With every passing year, it seems less and less likely, even though from everything I read, it seems that the longer you stick with it, the better chance you have. Persistence seems to be one of the most important factors in getting published. But I’ll tell you, it gets emotionally more difficult every year: to keep marketing what I’ve finished in the face of rejection, to continue writing new things, to put in the work that a polished manuscript takes (a year minimum, on top of first draft time), to agonize over query letters, to spend hours and hours researching agents, to accept rejection without spiraling into self-doubt… It is a difficult — no, a grueling process.
I want to see something that I wrote in a bookstore. I want to pick it up in my hands, and touch it, and smell it, and show it to people and say, “This is mine. I created this.”
That’s all I want out of the rest of my life.