Every now and again, I’ll get a bit depressed by the fact that I have not landed a major publishing deal (or even finished writing one of my novels) and I’m nearly 32 years old. With the influx of popular literature written by high schoolers (Christopher Paolini) and young adults (Veronica Roth), it is easy to think that I am an old maid in the publishing world.
But unless I die tomorrow (I really hope I don’t, because that would be a super creepy thing to happen after writing that), I have plenty of time for my book dreams to be realized. After all, I’d be in good company:
- Heck, even J.K. Rowling didn’t get her Harry Potter series picked up until she was in her 30’s.
- Joseph Conrad (author of Heart of Darkness) didn’t publish his first book until he was 37.
- Multiple-award-winner, Toni Morrison didn’t publish her first book until she was almost 40.
- O. Henry, famous for his short stories with twist endings didn’t really get started until after 40, writing almost all of his 381 stories within eight years.
- And Laura Ingalls Wilder didn’t publish her Little House series until she was in her 60’s.
There are tons of other examples as well. The point is that there is always time to get published. My goal should probably not consist of comparing myself to the people who get published at a younger age than me; it should probably be about writing the books that need written in the best way possible.
After all, I’d rather be praised for my writing than be ogled because of my youth. Of course, I wouldn’t mind if some publishing company just wanted to start sending me some royalty checks in advance anyway.