I’m getting older. Okay, I don’t have one foot on a banana peel and another in the grave, but I’m not consider “young” anymore. My day job has a “Young Professionals Network” and you need to be under 35 to join. I’m not under 35. Hell, I’m not under 40.
Why do I bring up the delicate subject of age? Someone asked me today why I didn’t start writing books earlier in life. I had to really think about it…
I could give you the usual stuff about building my day job career, meeting my husband, falling in love, getting married, starting a family, renovating a house (which still isn’t done). But that’s not really the reason.
I wasn’t ready. I didn’t find my voice until the age of 40. I’m happy for those that find it earlier. It just didn’t work out that way for me. I had to live a little bit more than others to be able to do this. Well, maybe a lot more. I’m kind of in awe of people who are twenty years younger who are writing books. I just didn’t have a whole lot to say at that age. Things that I think are incredibly small issues now would have been a big deal then. I can only imagine my writing would have been as immature as I was. My idea of a hero is vastly different than it was twenty years ago.
What do you think? Has age made you a better writer?