One of my biggest 'issues' with putting pen to paper at this stage in my life (aside from discovering that I have no talent...) is my ** cough ** age.
Yeah, I know, I am not that old but still.
Add to that a recent discovery of ancient texts started in my youth and the why bother what am I thinking it's too late now I wasted so much time why didn't I start earlier mindset starts to rot my brain until I snap out of it.
I have always been a latecomer to things. I think Tom Selleck had filmed his last Magnum episode 5 years ago before I started watching it. I still haven't seen an episode of Friends, I've only had a cell phone for a little while, I just got my first laptop, and I bought my first house two years ago. So I think to myself, hey, the writing gig thing is just another example of my modus operandi, as it were. Plus my grandma used to say everything in life happens the way it is supposed to, so I mostly go my merry way thinking she's right.
Today I read an article in the NYT about a new author. I like to read about new authors, maybe because subconsciously I wonder how much of their journey parallels mine. This article is about Charles Bock, whose first novel 'Beautiful Children' comes out tomorrow (Jan. 28, 2008 in case you are reading this much later!). Here's the link: http://www.nytimes.com/2008/01/27/magazine/27Bock-t.html?_r=1&oref=slogin&pagewanted=print
So what was so depressing? The reviewer writes:
"For a while Bock, who is now 38, a little old to be a first novelist,..."
So if he thinks Bock is a little old, when/if my first novel comes out it will read something like "XXXX, who is now much older than Bock even now and GOK how old she'll be when/if her first novel comes out, is way too old to be a first time novelist and I am amazed that she was able to stay awake for long enough periods to write*, ...."
Happy Monday!!!!
* my Dad says the older you get the more sleep you need, which is his way of justifying his wont to fall asleep anywhere and everywhere (I love you Dad!!!
)
Yeah, I know, I am not that old but still.
Add to that a recent discovery of ancient texts started in my youth and the why bother what am I thinking it's too late now I wasted so much time why didn't I start earlier mindset starts to rot my brain until I snap out of it.I have always been a latecomer to things. I think Tom Selleck had filmed his last Magnum episode 5 years ago before I started watching it. I still haven't seen an episode of Friends, I've only had a cell phone for a little while, I just got my first laptop, and I bought my first house two years ago. So I think to myself, hey, the writing gig thing is just another example of my modus operandi, as it were. Plus my grandma used to say everything in life happens the way it is supposed to, so I mostly go my merry way thinking she's right.
Today I read an article in the NYT about a new author. I like to read about new authors, maybe because subconsciously I wonder how much of their journey parallels mine. This article is about Charles Bock, whose first novel 'Beautiful Children' comes out tomorrow (Jan. 28, 2008 in case you are reading this much later!
). Here's the link: http://www.nytimes.com/2008/01/27/magazine/27Bock-t.html?_r=1&oref=slogin&pagewanted=printSo what was so depressing? The reviewer writes:
"For a while Bock, who is now 38, a little old to be a first novelist,..."
So if he thinks Bock is a little old, when/if my first novel comes out it will read something like "XXXX, who is now much older than Bock even now and GOK how old she'll be when/if her first novel comes out, is way too old to be a first time novelist and I am amazed that she was able to stay awake for long enough periods to write*, ...."
Happy Monday!!!!
* my Dad says the older you get the more sleep you need, which is his way of justifying his wont to fall asleep anywhere and everywhere (I love you Dad!!!
)
