Just kidding. It’s my birthday on Wednesday!
I’ll be 32. Thirty TWO. Sometimes I feel ancient next to some of you 20-something-year-old writer/bloggers, and I’ll have a fleeting thought of wishing I had discovered writing sooner so I could be further ahead in the game, but then I instantly shove the thought away.
I love getting older. I don’t know, I think there’s beauty with age. I wouldn’t trade the experience I’ve had or any or the wisdom I’ve gained to be back in my twenties for anything.
I didn’t start writing until I was 28, took a year off when I was 29, then started again at 30. But everything pre-writing was only life and experience that I’m now drawing off of for my stories. (Uh oh, CP’s… you now know that everything in my writing is REAL!)
I think I’ve said this before, but the older I get, the younger I realize I am. Forties and Fifties are SO YOUNG. Even Sixties! My mom always told me “Once you reach college, age doesn’t matter. We’re all in the same boat.”
Which is true. We’re all just living, doing our best, trying to make our mark in this world.
And that’s what is SO great about this writing community. Age doesn’t matter. Neither do all of the other differences that may exist between us. We’re all lifting each other up, respecting one another, and supporting each other on this crazy journey.
Oh, and before I go, I must give a quick shout out to Kelley Lynn and Anne Pfeffer. They both have new books out. To check out Kelley’s, click here. To check out Anne’s, click here.
(And life is good right now. I’ve finished my revisions and waiting for feedback from CP's! Love this part of the journey!)
Red. Head. Out. :D