I’ve always been upfront that I not a lifelong writer. I began to pen fiction in 2010 when I was around 27, and I was 30 before I would call myself a poet.
I have pals who’ve been writing since primary school and high school, and who perhaps went on to study a related subject at college. By contrast, I was interested more in technology and broadcasting, so I ended up gaining a BSc Music Technology degree.
I’d learnt to cope with my relatively late start to writing by packing in as much as I can: I run two literary groups, I’ve had my work published, and I’ve gained a Masters degree in Writing Practice & Study. I was even interviewed by Kai Durkin for a podcast last month, and I enjoyed answering all the questions.
For a long time, it’s felt like I’ve always been a writer.
But despite all the positive external validation, I’m back to where I was maybe five years ago. I once again feel like there’s a massive 15- to 20-year gap when I could have been practising prose and poetry instead of fiddling with computers.
Because you can’t buy or recover the past; you can only cram what you would have done into the time you have left.
I don’t know how to reverse this thinking righht now, but at the very least, I can take from it that I’m in a field where age is barely a barrier to entry. Richard Adams was 52 before his debut Watership Down was published, while PD James was in her 70s before she tackled the science fiction genre in Children of Men.