Despite the fact that I have been drawing since I was four years old and have worked steadily as an artist (in many capacities) for thirty years, I still can be considered a late bloomer.
When I was a kid, I was drawing constantly. I drew on every spare piece of paper I could lay my hands on. While other kids where outside playing football or riding bikes, I was inside scribbling away - much to the chagrin of my older and athletic brother. After I graduated from high school, I attended a small art school in Philadelphia with my eyes set on a career in the field of illustration. I actively pursued my dream, because, frankly, I couldn't do anything else. Lucky for me, I was pretty good and I was always eager to learn new techniques. However, after several jobs working for and getting direction from non-artists, I became discouraged. I no longer created for my enjoyment. I equated "art" with "work" and I sure didn't want to work when I wasn't getting paid for it.
When I was in my 40s, a younger co-worker practically scolded me for abandoning what he called "my artistic responsibility." He insisted that I purchase a sketchbook and begin my return to drawing immediately. Then, I was introduced to this thing called "blogging." I immediately drove back into drawing and writing and combining the two to create the skewed vision of the world that has become my website Josh Pincus is Crying.Now in it's seventh year, my blog is an unusual combination of illustrated stories from my youth, biographies of unsung dead celebrities and examples of my slightly morbid sense of humor.
I also contribute to several other blogs, along with active participation on Twitter and now Facebook.
Not bad for a guy in his 50s (who thinks he's still a kid).