I’ve just begun reading the new biography of Penelope Fitzgerald. Fitzgerald published her first book at the age of 58 but didn’t become famous until she was 80.

I’ve just begun my 6th full length play even though the first 5 have never, yet, met an actor, director or stage.

I’ve just begun training my new puppy and coming to terms with my older dog’s cloudy eyes.

I’ve just sent another play to the Yale Playwriting Competition. I don’t know, but I’m guessing I’m competing with the young, the edgy, the up-and-coming and probably haven’t a dust bunnies chance with a Dyson.

A stranger asked me the other day (don’t ask me why), “How long ago did you retire?”
Retire!? Me? Never! What the hell? I’ve just begun!
Oh, imagine what possibilities might arise when we refuse to withdraw into the night.