The other night my 11-year old cat, Max, caught his very first mouse!
He caught it in our garage and then brought it up to the living room where he could watch it/disembowel it/be praised for it in comfort. Alas, we removed it.
Here he is, post-mouse removal, but still very much in the glow of satisfaction:
What a handsome, splendid kitty! See? Sometimes it takes 11 years to realize your dreams! But did Max ever give up? No! It's in his blood to hunt mousies.
As it is in my blood (and hopefully your blood, too) to write until you reach your goals.