Inside a writer’s head, words and ideas wrestle for space, leaving little room for anyone else. I have no idea if other writers feel the same way, but in my writing process, there can only be room for one, and it’s the price I have to pay to put the chaos inside my head at bay. Then Came the After-Writing It left me feeling clueless. Flummoxed, gobsmacked, and wondering why I ever thought I could hack this at 60. I was lost and needed help, so I grasped at the nearest hand willing to walk me through all the steps—baby…