***On to the post for the day . . . I am pleased to announce that I recently passed another annual millstone (sic): I had a birthday—of course, the cake was chocolate. I really hadn’t celebrated my birthdays since I hit 21, but this year, I thought
“why not?” I spent the day taking advantage of free lunches and free desserts at more than one restaurant. The kicker was, these free items were not age-based. That is, I didn’t have to be a certain age to qualify. But that age thing is a big deal for me and a lot of women, maybe “most” women.
We (that plural pronoun includes men) have come to the realization that the world is geared to the younger generation. They get ads for computers, tablets that can do everything but dance, hundreds of phone apps, outrageously sexy vacations, every sort of sports equipment you can think of, and flirty workout apparel that's sure to inspire you to shape and tone. Past the age of let’s say 35, it seems the majority of advertising is aimed at medicines … for constipation, overactive bladders, or erectile dysfunction.
|2013: My first published novel|
Agents, some of whom look like they’re two years out of high school, voice their interest in finding the unique voices of young writers that they can “develop.” I was personally exposed to this attitude at a conference a few years ago, and it put a damper on my ambition…for a short time. Then I decided, I didn’t need an agent to write. Personally, I didn’t even “need” to be published, (although I have appreciated very much the publisher’s affirmation of my story telling skills).
I did and do, however, need to write.
Here’s a quote by author Babette Hughes from her recent guest column on The Writer’s Dig that I now keep on my computer:
Age is not a disability, it is a second chance at life. I’m 92 years old and Post Hill Press has just published my three-novel Kate Brady series; (The Hat; The Red Scarf; The Necklace); I’m working on my fourth novel (Searching For Vivian) and fifth book, and am a frequent contributor to the Huffington Post.
What keeps you from writing? More importantly, what inspires you to write?
You-all guys keep on keeping on, and I’ll try to do the same (maybe I can make it to 92 one day and still be writing).
PS: Did you remember to Spring Forward and set your clocks ahead one hour. My body is not thanking me right now because I went to bed on Saturday’s time and got up on Sunday’s time. For all of you that did the same, I feel your exhaustion.
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