I just finished the first draft of a play that I’ve been procrastinating about writing for a long time. I had an outline and a few ideas for dialogue, which for fifteen years I dusted off every six months and then put away because I just didn’t know where to start. This summer my daughter mounted a play at the Fringe that she co-wrote called Cadaver and it turned out great. She just got a spot at the Fringe and her and two others in the process of a few months wrote and mounted it. This inspired me to get off my duff and take her lead. This time I began with the intention of not quitting until I had finished at least a first draft. Don’t look at the mountain, just the next shovel full of dirt. If you keep digging one day you look up and the mountain is gone. To my surprise I looked up after a few weeks of typing whenever I had the free time and I was done (at least the first draft). It's by no means finished but I’m still shocked I even got this far when I had secretly accepted it was just one more thing on my Bucket List that wasn’t going to get done. Guess it’s never too late to realize it’s never too late.