Better late than never.

I had a love of writing as a kid, and was always an avid reader, but it wasn’t until I was closing in on fifty that I regularly wrote. As I was navigating the emotional aftermath of a parent's death, I slowly reignited my creativity and came to terms with my loss through exploring my of art. My first steps were shaky but I found my footing and through my artwork, reconnected with the storyteller within.

With the world in the pandemic's grip and me in isolation, it was only natural it drew me to writing regularly. It gave me an outlet for when painting or drawing wasn't possible, one I found recharged my creative mind and kept me sane (well, mostly). And as we came out the other side, I had a newfound confidence in myself, one that allowed me to cast off my doubts and throw caution to the wind to share my stories.

I'm now fifty-two years old and I'm still writing and enjoying every minute. The lockdowns are long gone, but the schedule of regularly writing everything from short stories to longer works of fiction remains. When combined with my artwork, writing gives me balance and enriches my life. Am I the best writer? Who knows, I just know that when combined with my artwork, writing gives me balance and enriches my life.

No longer one to shy away from a challenge, I'm all for following your dreams–even the ones you didn't know you had.
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The journey has just begun, and I'm not planning to stop anytime soon!

You're never too old, at least I hope not...