Writing came to me very late in my life. After years working a well paid job for a New Zealand government department, I gave it all up and hit the road, travelling to north america on three occasions. On the second trip, I finally sat down and began to learn my new craft. My first book was self published six months later. A small notebook I carry has ideas for another twelve plus fiction books plus two non-fiction, including some of the 12,000+ photos I've collected on my continuing travels.
Sometimes you come away with more than you expected on a shopping trip.
(This is a very short story but please read it all - I'm amazed how many people comment when they obviously never finished the story and, as a result, failed to understand what it's really about. A bit of fun)