Again, the writer

Perhaps a stroke of luck had struck me, despite my lack of talent. From my debut around the age of twenty, I was able to write nonstop until I turned forty. But I never reached the top. Then, with death, came a chance to try again. I could have started something else, but I loved writing. I knew nothing before my return, but this time, it was different. The author reveals a story of past, present, and future.