Too Late My Ass: Why I Started Writing Again at 60 and Why You Probably Should Too

They say youth is wasted on the young. I say opportunity is wasted on the ones too scared to use it. And yeah, I’m talking about me. I had all the fire back then, all the instincts, all the trauma to pull from. But no clue how to use it. I dabbled in writing like a drunk uncle at a wedding tries dancing. Awkward. Sporadic. Kind of hopeful. Mostly just a mess.