I'm a writer. A storyteller.
I'd like to be an author some day--fiction. I paid a lot of my college book-bills freelancing newspaper articles back in the 80's. Managed to write a couple fantasy novels that actually got personal rejection letters.
I married a woman and her two kids. At 26 I was raising a couple of pre-adolescent daughters. Writing novels that didn't sell or making fifty cents an inch as a columnist didn't keep the kids in clothes, so I found a real job, one with a salary and benefits. Divorced 15 years later.
Remarried, and at 45 got two more daughters--except these were in their late 20's/early 30's.
I also became--and still am--a first-time homeowner. In my late forties. (Talk about wishing you had done something 20 years ago.)
I work for a non-profit, managing their voice, data and systems infrastructure. It's a good living--we touch an awful lot of people through our programs.
I'm a pen n paper gamer from way back--been playing for over 20 years as a Dungeon Master. As it turned out, I put a lot of my storytelling into those games. Must be doing something right there--some of my gamers are still with my games after two decades.
Couple of years ago I broke a 17-year vow (if not a published author by age 30, I'm hanging it up) and started fooling with fiction again.
I found out its not easy to shake the rust off.
Sometimes you have to use a hammer.