I’m the Grandma Moses of writing. She began painting professionally at 77. It’s never too late to start something new.
I’m not saying you should wait until you’re in your seventies to follow your dream. But if you do, there is no reason you can’t. I’m living proof.
During the Pandemic, I pushed myself to do something difficult, even though I was supposedly past my prime. Don’t listen to the ageist fools who’ll tell you you’re too old to change.
Here’s how I became a writer at 77.
I flunked algebra in high school. In my sophomore year, I sat in algebra class reading novels and not even trying to learn math. Why didn’t I just transfer out of the class? (Stubborn? Stupid?)