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Jennifer Degani's avatar

Several years ago in Maine, I heard about a picture book that was written by a grandmother. She was a first time author and she was in her 60’s or 70’s. I was in my mid-30’s with four very young children, a love of books, and ideas bubbling up. It woke me up to the fact that writers do not have to start at a particular point in life, have a MFA, or to write continuously for it to “count”. So I started to write a story of my own. Maybe that story will be published one day, maybe not. As time goes by the distinction seems to matter less and less, but what the story did do for me was to give me freedom to write some ideas down and occasionally share them with others. I did write stories as a child but somewhere along the line I thought the sorts of things I wrote were fun, but they weren’t “real” stories. My life got busier and I stopped. Then I thought it was too late. I was wrong. I now feel like someone who has never seriously gardened, but I happen to have a very deep compost pile. My leaf mould is begging to bring new things to life, so I guess I better listen. You should listen too.

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Nola Martin's avatar

What a gracious and inspiring post! Thank you! I needed to read this today.

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