Is it sad that I am (the last person reading) the Twilight book? I know, _Farenheit 451_ to _Twilight_?? Yikes! Don't roll over, Mr. Bradbury! I just needed something light to read in order to fall asleep. Really...
I admit--it's entertaining. And, while reading the first several chapters, I had a vision of my own words, my own story, actually in print. That was the first time I have ever been able to actually picture one of my stories in a published form. (Perhaps it was much less humbling to compare my own writing to this particular book, as compared to 451...) It came in a flash, and I saw my words on the page for a brief, glorious moment.
There hasn't been much time for writing lately, especially with my Grandma in the hospital for heart problems. This amazing, 87 year old powerhouse has just finished writing her 4th book! She has self-published them, and they are amazing. The latest is a fascinating geneological history of her Green(e) side of the family, mostly from the women's perspectives. She does a wonderful job of painting the colorful picture of what these people's lives were like. (Mostly, they were horribly tough and they had to toil for every necessity that I, soft and lazy, take for granted!)
Grandma is a great reminder that it never is too late to write.