Any Shiny Thing - Life after 50
Midlife Fiction
I remember times before computers! In 2009, I started blogging using Dreamweaver. Yes, that one. OMG, I still have a headache from that experience. Which is why I’m so happy we’ve progressed. Life for writers is now so much easier.
I stopped coloring my hair about five years ago. After half a century, I was finally able to reject what I felt as societal pressure and go gray. Reject ageism. Accept mortality. Yes, I have been accused of overthinking. But still.
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You’ve probably noticed I’m not that reliable with blogging lately. After ten years (!), I’ve decided to move exclusively to my monthly newsletter. It’s more personal, because it’s more private. It’s friendly and upbeat. You’ll find news about my books and appearances, but also helpful tips for navigating your middle-aged life. For being happy.
You’ll also find recommendations about other authors who write about midlife characters. I love doing book reviews about characters who are over forty. If the book is good, I’ll share it with you.
So let’s stay in touch. Sign up for my newsletter, and I’ll email you once a month. It’ll be just like a post but more personal.
Thinking about it? I hope you do. Here’s how:
A year ago, I was invited to participate in a discussion about menopause. My friend, a life coach, asked me to share my experiences with a half-dozen of her clients, all in various stages of menopause. What happened next shocked me.
Aging is complicated. I often speak about positive aging, about the good stuff that comes with age if we’re not too fearful to appreciate it. But the fact is, a lot of the good happens in your brain. The two hemispheres begin to communicate better. You can solve complex problems in a snap using pattern recognition. You’re not as affected by drama. You’re more calm, maybe even happier. Strange how the aging brain seems to get stronger.
A long time ago, in high school, I memorized part of the poem Ulysses by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. In 1842, Tennyson imagined the mythical king suffering a kind of midlife crisis. I was a teenager. I didn’t know anything about midlife (and didn’t care), but I couldn’t get the poem out of my mind. [Read more…]
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