Books in the Closet

On July 8, I wrote in this blog about the carpenter ruler and suggested that I am in the final segment of life.  One of my aspirations, especially during my forties, was to write.  Yesterday I dug out three rough manuscripts.  After reviewing them, reflecting on the years of work held in each word, each sentence, I made a decision to reconsider these past inspirations.  Why haven't I tried to publish these tales?  Am I afraid to put my work in the hands of people? The stories have been stored in boxes ... I don't think they have been receiving much of an audience in that dark space.      Originally, when I wrote the pages, I had the desire to get them to you ... readers.   The closet monsters have had ample time ... I am finished with the invisible obstacles that hold me back.