When it Comes to Writing, Getting Older Rules
It’s my birthday today and I’m another year older. I’ve got one book out and another on its way. I love my family. Life is good. I’m getting older and I’m slowly trading a little bit of beauty for a little bit of wisdom, at least that’s how I like to think of it. Every little line on my face, every little spot left by the sun, tells it’s own little story. Maybe I’m silly for thinking this already when I’m still relatively young, but I don’t care.
I have to wonder when writers hit their stride. Have I hit mine? Not yet, but I’m getting there. I feel like I still have so much to learn. There are advantages to getting older. There’s more to write about, more experience. The lens with which you look back sharpens everything into focus. I feel more free than I used to. I don’t know why that is, but my style is changing. I don’t feel pigeonholed into one genre or another. In life, I don’t feel pigeonholed either. I can be anything or nothing at all. I can write anything or nothing at all.
Ask me that question that so many people ask themselves, what do you want to be when you grow up and the answer is that I want to be a writer and I am. I write. My daughter asks me this question often, points at one of her storybooks and says, which of these characters would you like to be? I do not point to the astronaut, the ballet dancer or the basketball player. I point to the writer with her notepad and pen every time. But a writer gets to play all those characters if they so wish. That’s the beauty of it.
I’m writing these days, carefully crafting my next adventure with the same glee I had when I was writing stories in third grade. Other people grow up and stop dreaming. I never could stop dreaming. Sometimes it’s a bad thing to be lost in dreams. Sometimes it’s a good thing. And I don’t know what the point of this blog post really is, but I guess if I had to sum it up, I’d say, be happy to grow older because it’s better than being dead, and a decade here or there does wonders for your writing. Who wants to read a memoir by a 20-year-old, for example?
On an unrelated note, as part of a Kindle Countdown deal, my ebook is on sale for 99 cents this week starting July 30, 2014. Happy birthday to me!