Anyone who’s ever felt a twinge of rage when assaulted with one of those “20 under 40” lists can appreciate the sentiment behind Bloom, a new site highlighting the work of writers over 40. The majority of my memoir students at the University of Washington are over forty, and I’ve come to think of writing as something we grow into. Unlike the 50-meter dash, youth is not a requirement of writing. In fact, we may not be ready to meet what I consider the “emotional requirements” of the job of writer until our fortieth birthday is a ways behind us. Or at least, that was my experience and the topic of my essay, “The Price of Admission,” posted today up on Bloom. Check it out.