I think it hilarious...think she knows everything because of her age? Nah, as you age you realize you know nothing, you just have more experience knowing that!
I wrote that. It was in an e-mail. I love when I spontaneously come up with something that triggers a blog topic for me.
Aging. Yup, we’re all doing it. Sorry, unless you stumbled on that sexy vampire…birds gotta fly, swim gotta sing and together we all age.
Is it true that wisdom comes with age? Eh. Experience comes with age. That I can believe! What sorts of experience? Well, good stuff, bad stuff, blue stuff, true stuff, fake stuff…it’s all the same. It’s all experience. It’s all in how you use it.
And in how you view it.
I view it with a great deal of humor. If I were given a chance to live my life over, I wouldn’t change anything. Sure, I remember and know all the things I did ‘wrong’ but if I corrected those things, warned myself…I wouldn’t be who I am now and to be frank, I like who I am now.
I didn’t always.
Yes, I might like myself more. But…I doubt it.
I love to write about experience and what characters with experience do. How they react, how what they know, or think they know – aha! – effects them. And there is nothing like writing about romance and passion with characters thinking they already know everything they need to know. Though, personally, I think like I stated before. That the more you know, the more you don’t know.
I do think, with the right attitude that adventures are best with experience behind you. In fact, that experience creates the best adventure.
How does that sound? It’s one of my new writing mottos! After all, I write characters that certainly should have enough experience to manage adventures… My first published heroine is 53! The first I ever wrote is 45.
Sure, I wrote a few shorts with younger characters, but my first love is writing generation babyboom.
Yes, I’m a boomer. But I’m on the bare edge of the boomer generation. Born in ‘59, statistics put me solidly into boomerhood. As a native Californian, where trends move like lightening, my first ten years were more deeply ingrained into the 60s then the 50s.
My brother was born in ‘49, same month as I. He and I are very different in perspective and experience. Granted, he was a boy in the 50s. I was a girl in the 60s. But according to the statistics, we’re both boomers.
I once took a class on interpersonal communication that stated this: The first ten years of your life is where you develop the core of how you relate to the world.
Hmmmm. I’m a 60s girl!
That, I believe!
And how I love to write characters who think the way I do, with all the foibles and faults and conceits that surely saw me screw up. And will see me screw up many times in the future, I’m sure!