You won't regret it....lol. Same here. I remember reading Harry Potter the First when my almost 11 year old daughter was an infant. I devoured them each time a new one came out. I wound up separating from my husband a few years later, moving back to my hometown, struggling to find employment...it was harsh times. I'd often thought, "I'd love to write a book," like so many people do, but I thought it was for "other people"--I had toddlers to chase. I don't know why the mind works that way, but it can and often does. And then, sometime in 2006, I finally peeked in on some of the background talk over JK. I heard she was a struggling welfare mom when she wrote the first book, putting the baby in a stroller so she could go to the coffee shop and scribble on napkins and scraps of paper, keeping them in a shoebox.....that's when it all clicked. That's when I understood it was possible for any old schlub. I finally started and finished my first novel in February of 2008 (I'd attempted NaNo in 06' and 07'), and I'm on my sixth manuscript. I've fought like a mad dog to learn the ropes (I'm a former trailer court kid with a 9th grade education. Relearning grammar and punctuation?
It almost killed me.) and I haven't quit, even when I thought there was no hope I'd ever catch on. Even though the first few books I wrote were
terrible. But then the next one wasn't painful to read, and the next one was better yet....
I'm a lesson in tenacity, I think

ETA: Interestingly enough, that struggle to find employment ended with a job at Barnes & Noble. It's all been a process--every step, day, and word.