{"id":11659,"date":"2022-05-12T05:09:00","date_gmt":"2022-05-12T12:09:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/?p=11659"},"modified":"2022-05-05T14:11:18","modified_gmt":"2022-05-05T21:11:18","slug":"good-old-writers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/good-old-writers\/","title":{"rendered":"Good Old Writers"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/Victoria-Zackheim-953x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-11660\" width=\"238\" height=\"255\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/Victoria-Zackheim-953x1024.jpg 953w, https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/Victoria-Zackheim-279x300.jpg 279w, https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/Victoria-Zackheim-768x826.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/Victoria-Zackheim.jpg 1080w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 238px) 100vw, 238px\" \/><figcaption>Victoria Zackheim<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>Today\u2019s guest blogger, Victoria Zackheim, writes about how to keep up the energy, faith, and courage to write.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>I recently walked into my newly built kitchen and discovered a large, grayish rectangular stain on the quartz counter. Had I placed a hot pan there? Not likely. Spilled bleach? Definitely not. I wiped, scrubbed, gently scoured\u2026 nothing helped. And then I lifted my arm and noticed a change in the shape of the stain. I had been trying to remove a reflection of light coming through the kitchen window.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>This is the opening paragraph of an essay I wrote about aging. I smiled as I wrote what I expected to be the preface of my new book. However, I\u2019ve been told by literary agents and several editor friends that writing about aging might be cathartic for me, the writer, but it doesn\u2019t stir up much interest among the public. Really? In a country with an increasing elderly population? The last count put us at nearly 17%. That\u2019s a lot of old people, and I\u2019m willing to bet that a good many are readers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Forget that we elderly are climbing mountains, running marathons and, in many cases, the country. We are a presence, a power, a voting force, and a major supporter of our county\u2019s economy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And we can write \u2026 but do we? &nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I often wonder how many of us older writers don\u2019t write because we\u2019ve been led to believe that no one gives a damn about what we have to say. I\u2019m not talking about those gifted (and, by the way, older<em>)<\/em> authors who create exciting characters in literary fiction and mysteries, men and women who perform death-defying acts to catch the bad guy, or face society and its warped mores to find the truth about life. The work of writers such as Jeffery Deaver, Jane Smiley, Anne Perry and Caroline Leavitt sells like crazy, but they\u2019ve spent years, decades, establishing their reputations both here and abroad. No, I\u2019m referring to that world of writers who never get their place in the sun, and still refuse to give up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And what about memoirs? The names that pop into my head are Abigail Thomas, Carrie Kabak, and Christine O\u2019Hagan. They write with heart and soul, and they leave age behind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><a><span class=\"has-inline-color has-black-color\">Are you held back by age? <\/span><\/a>By the <em>who wants to read something written by someone my age?<\/em> syndrome?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I teach Personal Essay in the UCLA Extension Writers\u2019 Program, online classes only, and spend nine weeks working with students ages twenty to ninety, and who are motivated, excited, and energized by the joy and freedom to write. I also conduct workshops at writers\u2019 conferences, which is where I learned a valuable lesson about age. I\u2019ve had students in their sixties, seventies and eighties, but no one taught me more about the importance\u2014and yes, the unimportance\u2014of age, than a student who was about to celebrate his ninety-third birthday. At first, some of the younger students (mostly middle-aged) ignored him, until it was his turn to stand up and read the first draft of his essay. He stood, wobbled a bit, and then leveled those young whippersnappers with a poignant, beautifully written, and very funny piece, a vignette from his life. His writing was simple, straightforward, honest, and he didn\u2019t give a damn about what he said, as long as he was telling his story. That was more than a decade ago. I hope he\u2019s still writing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>So, how do we, as older writers, find the means to write? Or perhaps the real question should be: how do we keep up the energy, faith, and courage to write? My agent is pitching my first mystery novel. I have to wonder how many editors will Google me, discover my age, and then think, \u201cOh dear, oh my, at that age, we can\u2019t nurture her along, and we certainly can\u2019t count on sequels.\u201d The responses to my agent have been \u201csoft\u201d rejections. Soft or hard, no is no.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Now, let\u2019s look at another conundrum. As an older writer, what can you possibly write that anyone wants to read? Uh, hello! You have many more decades of life experience than up-and-coming (read: young) writers. Do <em>they<\/em> search for their glasses when they\u2019re perched their head? Have <em>they <\/em>put their keys in the refrigerator, or tried to answer the phone with the TV remote? Or get frustrated when attempting to turn on the TV with their cell phone? When I do this, and casually mention it to my children or grandchildren, they smile. That is, they smile indulgently, hoping I don\u2019t notice the pity or fear rushing through their hearts. But when I relate the same faux pas to friends of my age, I\u2019m sure to get (1) a laugh and (2) a story about what happened to her\/him that matches mine. We are a grand and wonderful people, we oldies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>So, what am I saying? I guess I\u2019m suggesting that older writers need to forge ahead. Screw the age; write what you know. Write what you <em>are. <\/em>If you write what you think will sell, that\u2019s fine, we all need to make a living. But be good to yourself and carve out some time where you can be you. Old. Wise. Funny. And, yes, even a bit tasteless! (You know, the stuff you don\u2019t want your children to read until after you\u2019re dead \u2026 or you\u2019ve published under a pseudonym. My children still don\u2019t know about the time I \u2026 never mind.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Aging gracefully relies on accepting ourselves. If we don\u2019t accept who we are, it will show up in our writing. Our older characters might be very well-behaved, pontifical, wise, which can be synonyms for <em>dull.<\/em> Create the characters first and see where they take you. I love Elizabeth George\u2019s younger character, Barbara Havers, and Anne Perry\u2019s new-series character, twenty-something Elena Standish. But I also gravitate towards the older and wiser. Is there a fictional character more fascinating and complex than Elizabeth Strout\u2019s Olive Kitteridge? Or Wallace Stegner\u2019s Lyman Ward in <em>Angle of Repose<\/em>? And I would be remiss not to mention Santiago, Hemingway\u2019s memorable and haunting character from <em>The Old Man and the Sea. <\/em>(I seriously doubt that <em>The Middle-Aged Man and the Sea <\/em>would have received such acclaim.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>So, yes, we are older writers, but in no way does that mean we are old. And I ask you, what\u2019s more exciting: creating characters and plot lines, or worrying about sleeping through the night and having regular bowel movements?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Carol Channing lived to ninety-seven. That gives me nearly twenty years to write, fall in love, manage crepey skin and liver spots, learn to make pasta on one of those machines, and write several sequels to the mystery that will be published one fine day. &nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>What can you do to keep your creative juices flowing? Here are some ideas:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<ol class=\"wp-block-list\" type=\"1\"><li>Daydream. That is, daydream about the plot and characters of the novel, play, memoir, essay, screenplay, short story you always wanted to write\u2014 the one you imagined during that long drive, when your imagination was going wild. Now is the time.<\/li><li>Be courageous. It doesn\u2019t take courage to write at this age, but it does take courage to put the work out there to be judged.<\/li><li>Trust yourself. I worked with a writer who held onto her essay for my anthology because she wanted feedback from her writing group. I convinced her to send it to me instead, since I would be her editor. It was brilliant. Over time, she has learned to trust herself. <\/li><li>Ask for feedback. While it isn\u2019t always helpful, there might be comments that lead you to better understand what you\u2019ve written. But remember that you must be discerning. Not everyone has a good eye for good writing, so be sure you invite someone into your heart who is kind, trustworthy, and loves to read. And never forget the person you must trust more than anyone \u2026 you!<\/li><\/ol>\n\n\n\n<p>I have a dear friend, Aviva Layton, who is about to become eighty-nine. (Notice I didn\u2019t say \u201cturn eighty-nine\u201d because that sounds too much like fruit going rotten.) She does Zumba twice a week and works around thirty hours a week editing manuscripts. Aviva believes that old age is absurd, but it also has its advantages. She can tell a gorgeously handsome and sexy man that he&#8217;s gorgeous and sexy without his thinking she has ulterior motives \u2026 even if she does. And she never has to hoist her luggage onto the overhead bin. If I\u2019m putting together a new anthology that fits into anything relating to her life, she\u2019s invited. Aviva\u2019s work is passionate, funny, real and never sugar-coated. At this age, sugar-coating anything is a waste of time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>So, what can you do to bring joy and creativity to your golden writing years? Take your vitamins, try to exercise, wear your mask in public if you choose. And carve out quiet time. Not for resting, but for contemplating your next writing project.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Don\u2019t be afraid to play with ideas. Play with scenes. Play with characters and plots. Play with fantasies about how to spend the royalties. But whatever you do, don\u2019t play it safe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/www.victoriazackheim.com\/\" data-type=\"URL\" data-id=\"https:\/\/www.victoriazackheim.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">Victoria Zackheim<\/a><\/strong> <span class=\"has-inline-color has-black-color\">is the author of the novel, \u201cThe Bone Weaver,\u201d and creator\/editor of seven anthologies, including the international bestselling \u201cThe Other Woman,\u201d that she adapted to theater and has been performed in several dozen theaters across the United States. She wrote the documentary \u201cWhere Birds Never Sang: The Story of Ravensbr\u00fcck and Sachsenhausen Concentration Camps,\u201d which aired nationwide on PBS.<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><span class=\"has-inline-color has-black-color\">Zackheim is a playwright and screenwriter, with two plays and a feature film now in development. 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