
A couple of days ago, I was asked to elaborate on a comment I made on a reader message board. The topic discussed whether we readers would embrace books with older heroines. I'd written that I'm 48 and romance isn't over for me. I live well. I love. Hell yes, I enjoy reading about heroines in their 40s.
I've thought about this topic a lot since. Maybe it's because I've embraced this newer, healthier lifestyle and gone to the doctor for tests, etc. to confront any health issues that might lurk beneath my skin. Thinking about the topic doesn't mean that I'm obsessing about my age. I'm not. Half the time I need to think to remember the actual number. No jokes about short term memory being the first thing to go, okay?
So why do I think that heroines in their 40s would be interesting in books? I need look no further than my friends and co-workers in our late 30s, 40s, even 50s. We are vibrant people with interesting lives.
In fact, I've decided that I'm a hell of a lot more interesting in my 40s than I was in my 20s. I'm not saying that I was vapid or shallow 25 or so years ago, but my priorities were different. Rock 'n roll clubs and partying with my friends took up most of my attention. I had a decent job that I was good at doing, but I didn't have an intense need to climb the corporate ladder. Did I have a lot of fun in those days? You bet. Do I yearn to repeat them? Hell no.
I know some amazing 20-something year olds who are a lot more interesting than I was at their age. Maybe it's a generational or a societal thing or maybe it's because the 20ers were raised by friends who also amaze me with the life choices that they make.
I have an excellent life today. Call me a late-bloomer but I was in my 40s when I finally sold my first book. I also have a day job that's the best one I've ever worked and every day there makes me feel that I've really come into my own. That sort of satisfaction more than makes up for the fact that, due to our non-profit status, I make a third of what I would elsewhere. I wouldn't be half as happy, I bet.
At this age, I'm self-reliant, more confident and have a positive outlook on life. I have a terrific circle of friends who are all amazing women and men.
All it took was getting older. And to think we fear aging and complain about it so much.
So, yes. Bring on the books with middle-aged characters. Everybody I know has a great story to tell. Why wouldn't I want to read the stories of other people, too?
you know it's funny, I was just talking about this with my friends in the last couple days, and I run across it on your blog... I'd just be happy to get away from stories about 20 year old virgins. Isn't there love or adventure after 25?