Here’s a post at Clarksworld by Kelly Robson, who had her first fiction sale at age 47.
Everyone feels like it’s too late. Writers in their twenties say they feel their opportunities are slipping away. Even writers with shelves of awards and mile-long bibliographies don’t feel like they’ve made it.
Success is a receding target. Having previously written and published good stories is no guarantee of being able to write another one. Every blank page is a new challenge. Starting a new book means learning to write all over again.
So don’t give up. Don’t quit. It’s never too late—not at any age.
I think this is true — like, basically always true. Naturally I don’t find the whole article resonates for me. Like that part where she says that authors might be better off delaying publication because the delay can make them a better writer — once again, perhaps true for Robson, but obviously not true across the board. It’s important not to generalize too broadly from your personal experience. Robson does nod to this, but it’s worth emphasizing because she does seem to come down a little bit on the side of everyone-would-be-better-off-if-they-did-it-like-me.
This part resonates, though:
It’s never too late—not at any age. Find your own path, wherever it may lead. Being a late bloomer can be an incredible gift. It can lead to successes you never dreamed of.