So, I am approaching 48 (never thought I should live so long) and I am midway in my confidence about my writing and my art. I have learned so much, but sometimes I despair of ever stringing it all together. But knuckling under isn't my way, so it's onward, and damn the incremental stages of aging Just reneweed my permiun on Deviant Again though I still hate the industrial prison green of its skin and the virulent restrictions. No matter, its a comforting place to return to after 8 years of on again off again premium memebership. I don't suppose I shall be not a part of it until its dead ( or more likely I am). It's survived the seasons quite