Never Too Late

I just finished reading a story about an English woman, Lorna Page, who just had her first novel published. That's nothing remarkable, you say. Lots of English women have their novels published. And you would be correct. But I'll bet not all of them are ninety-three years old.

Yes, you read that right. Ninety-three.

And yes, I know, it was self-published, but come on. Ninety-three? Most people that age don't read much any more, let alone write and publish.

It gives the rest of us hope. I know it gives me a warm fuzzy. Sort of a "if she can do it..." - though I will never go the self-pub route. But it does make me feel a little better about coming into this business rather later in life than most of my writer friends, some of them young enough to be my children.

A lot of times, I look at my writing and come down on myself about not being "hip" enough. Not being up on the latest fads; the latest heart throbs; the latest in music, television, movies. But then I realize I bring something to my stories that my younger counterparts can't - the advantage of experience. I've worked a lot of jobs in my life, raised a family, explored a lot of creative outlets that I can now use in my writing. Those years were time spent absorbing and storing knowledge that give my writing validity.

So, publish at 93? Good for her. I hope she sells lots of books. She is an inspiration to all writers. No matter your age, it can happen for you.

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"With the rest of the world pared away, a clear vision of long-buried beliefs and deams takes center stage and anything seems possible." - Margo Rabb