Life as a fortysomething writer & the Many Obstacles Life Keeps Chucking at Me #MondayBlogs

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As a fortysomething writer with a full time (non-writing) day job, a husband, two teenage children (who are well into the socialising stage), a dog, three cats, a house that is never tidy (no matter how many times we clean it) and hormones which change daily (sometimes hourly), life can feel a little chaotic.

My writing life in my forties is all about fitting my writing around teenagers who want to be driven to social events, worrying about my teenagers when they are at social events, frantically texting teenagers whilst they are at social events to make sure they are okay, visualising my teenagers at social events / reminding myself about what I got up to as a teenager / scaring myself witless, texting my teenagers some more, my day job, dog walks, house cleaning, taking up endless piles of things which have been left on the stairs, food shopping (my goodness – teenagers EAT and they keep eating until your cupboards are bare. No one told me this), my hormones which feel like they have taken control of my body and general life admin (the older you get the more dull stuff you have to sort out). Writing in the creases of the day is the only way to survive.

Despite all of the above the desire to write is more powerful than it has ever been. The voice inside of me which started out as a whisper when I was younger, ‘write books,’ is now a loud animal roar. WRITE THOSE DAMN BOOKS! It will compete with a demanding teenager (and win!).

Being able to write is a necessity for me as it does calm my anxious mind. I have found that worries are like breeding rabbits in my head. In my twenties and thirties I don’t remember having so many worries. Once you are in your forties worries breed at an alarming rate. I have come to appreciate the in flow writing state, that magical point you get to where you are in this writing cocoon and the outside world is shut off. It is within this in flow state that my breeding rabbits / worries stop overcrowding my mind.

I have also got to a stage with my writing where I have started talking nicely to myself / writing muse. I’m not sure whether this is an age thing or just the point you get to after many years of writing. Anyway I do get better results when I drop the inner screaming and shouting at myself.

You are never short of ideas for stories once you hit your forties, especially if like me you enjoy writing comedy. There’s your own life experiences to draw upon and inspiration from those around you. I also have much more of an appreciation for the funny and daft things in my daily life.

Here are a few of the obstacles I am currently tackling:

  • Family feedback on your writing – whether you have requested it or not. Teenage children will give you their views on your romance book ideas, your social media, your self-promotions whenever they feel like it. They don’t sugar coat their feedback and they have a very different view of the world and their parents’ social media skills.
  • Feeling like a hormone factory while writing. I have entered that part of a woman’s life where hormones go wild. Writing with a face which feels like an oven is becoming more familiar and I think soon I will have to write with a cold flannel tied around my forehead. This is part of life and something I just have to deal with. I am also determined to chart a different course through this hormonal minefield. Yes I get that some of my inner machinery wants to have one hell of a leaving party but I am not going to get upset, fight it or moan about it. Humour, writing and smiling will get me through this, The flannel tied to my head idea does seem appealing.
  • Trying to stop and take a breath in what researchers apparently call the 40s – the rush hour of life. My life is fast moving and some days simply fly by. I have come to realise the importance of stopping and taking a look around.
  • Reframing my 40s in my head. They are not the start of a negative slope as some might see them. So far these have been the years where I have found my voice. I have made good progress on my writing dreams and I have climbed many personal mountains.

Being a writer at any age brings its own share of obstacles. We just have to find a way around them.

I am going to keep writing, keep smiling and keep looking for the humour in my daily life.

Thanks for reading my post.

I am going to go do some writing and text my teenagers ๐Ÿ™‚

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Still waiting for the Sleepless in Seattle film sequel. Romcom Author. Book Blogger. Mum of teens. Owned by a golden Labrador.

17 thoughts on “Life as a fortysomething writer & the Many Obstacles Life Keeps Chucking at Me #MondayBlogs

  1. This made me giggle. Especially the texting your teenagers bit. I have often wondered what it must be like to have teenagers in the house, knowing what you did as teenagers! Having no kids I will never know that experience so I can only imagine. But tes, remember the flannel around the forehead bit lol. It passes! Great post Lucy.

  2. You’re not quite there yet but one thing we noticed when our always hungry teens returned after travel and even now in their 20s when they live elsewhere is the fridge inspection. Door bell goes. Hugs for returning a SOOP (spender of our pension), remove outside รงlothong and go to kitchen while answering parental questions. Open fridge. Stare inside. Shake head. Focus on parent. It happens every time . As youngsters the inspection would include eating, now as often as not they just note the contents. It’s an immutable part of the arrival process.

  3. Lucy, I read this and nodded at it all.
    Okay so I don’t have dog walks, but I offer you cleaning bird cages.
    Then there’s the sports training and matches, too.
    You forgot the battle of hormones between us and our teens. My tween is on that bumpy beginning, so her mood can be ALL OVER THE PLACE!
    Squeezing words out while they are still in bed works for me, in school holidays, but once we’re back to school, then time is even scarcer…
    But.
    We have stories to tell, all that life inspiration to get us going!!
    Keep writing, hun. We need your stories! ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿฅฐ

  4. I can so relate, and I should probably mention that it doesn’t get any better the older you get. I’m 76 and my life is pretty much the same as yours!

  5. Yep. I can relate to all of this. Unfortunately it doesnโ€™t get much easier in your 50โ€™s either…except the kids can drive themselves now. One more worry to add to the list! Great post, as usual. Happy writing!

  6. Great fun to read, Lucy!

    Now an ancient (me) my ‘teenagers’ are now seasoned adults themselves. It’s interesting to muse on their growing up days too.From fairly quiet, polite ‘dudes’ one minute (MOSTLY) -. it seemed – to know it all, loud-mouthed, horrors in seconds..”What do YOU know?!” – “You are so old-fashioned!” – and “Get a life!” Out of the mouths of babes.. Hey ho. They’re three cracking young men now though…You still have it all to come. Enjoy! xx

  7. I love this, spot on! What a great line, โ€˜writing in the creases of the day…โ€™ perfectly said. But donโ€™t worry, it gets better in your 50s, not the bit about your kids though, you still worry and text no matter how old they get. Especially when we are in different states. ๐Ÿ˜ฉ

  8. Love it! Write on in your cocoon, these issues won’t last forever. Maybe buy one of those spritzy cooling down sprays from Bodyshop? I’m 60 this year, (OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and I can tell you, it’s brilliant! XXX

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