What It Means to Dream Big

(Even If It Takes 40 Years)

When I was a kid, I used to stare out the bus window and imagine starships. Not just what they looked like, but how they moved. How they felt. What it would mean to fly one. I didn’t know it then, but I was already laying the groundwork for what would one day become Galaxy’s Child.

It just took me a little while to get there. Four decades, to be exact, but I’m a firm believer that dreams don’t expire. People often talk about dreams like they have an expiry date. Like if you don’t make it happen by 25 or 30 or 40, then you missed your chance. But in my opinion, dreams aren’t perishable. They just need time to mature.

My dream of writing a sci-fi novel was always alive, even when life got in the way, even when I doubted myself and even when I didn’t have the time, or the confidence, or the right words. What matters most to me was that I never stopped believing that the dream was still mine.

Slow Isn’t the Same as Stuck

Yes, it took me years. But in that time, the story got better. The science became sharper.

The characters grew deeper because I grew deeper.

By the time I finally sat down and committed to writing Galaxy’s Child, I wasn’t the same person who imagined it at ten years old, and that was a good thing, because I had something to say, and the mindset and discipline to say it well. If You’ve Got a Dream, Don’t Let It Go

You don’t need permission, and you don’t need a perfect moment. You just need a spark and a little faith that the fire can still catch, even if it’s been smoldering for a long time. Whatever your version of a dream is, whether a book, a business, a second career, a return to school, I hope you chase it. Even slowly. Even with detours.

Galaxy’s Child isn’t just a book. It is a promise I made to myself, and finally kept. And you know what? It was worth the wait.