I am 67 years old. I was 66 last fall when I published my first book. You might say I came a bit late to the dance though I now have a novel and another book of poems and essays each nearly finished. I would be interested in the shared experiences of others who also came late to this wonderful party. Though my dad lived to be 88 years old and my healthy mother is nearly 93, I sometimes find myself wondering if I will get to write everything I have to say. But than again, maybe no one does. Thoughts?