Occasionally I bump into people in their 60’s and 70’s who tell me they always wanted to be a poet or a novelist. I just can’t help it. I almost always ask, “What’s holding you back?” And I want to add, “You’re still alive, aren’t you?” I don’t, but I want to.
The excuses vary, but when I hear, “I’m just too old,” I think of Albert Schweitzer who said, “The tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he lives.”
(I know. Schweitzer didn’t have the benefit of our gender awareness, so feel free to substitute “person” for “man” and “a person” for “he.” I’ll let you work it out.)
The point is: It’s never too late to chase the dream of being a writer.
Write on! Write on, McDuff!