No Tries Left

I have always found creating things easy, and compulsive.

I am by nature inquisitive, empathic and caring.

I'm too old to retrain in another skill and to worn out to even try, so this is it. I'm throwing all my remaining energies into creating.

I love the written word and the process of assembling those words into something that has meaning. The trouble is I mistook my love of writing for a love of reading, I just hope I have enough left in my rusted out tank to drive this forward, and to be the best I can be in my (ahem), senior years.

I hope that people who read what I write find something they like, though my inner fear is that I've left it too late.