Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Old age isn't for sissies--Lenora Worth :)

I love writing suspense because it takes me on adventures I'd never try in real life. And that's a good thing since the older I get, the more my bones creak and my joints hurt. I've got wrinkles in place where I didn't used to have places.

So no, I can jump out of planes or scale mountains. I can't drive fast--okay I have been known to do that maybe. But only when I'm trying to get to a shoe sale! I don't like getting old but I don't have much choice. I just hope my fingers won't quit typing any time soon.

I've been discussing wrinkles and old age and cellulite with some friends and that got me to thinking about writers and how solitary we are. We can slink around in our PJs on DEADLINE days and not even think twice about it. But when it comes time to go to a conference where there will be OTHER PEOPLE, and we panic. Maybe because we don't dwell on our looks as much as we dwell on our characters' goals, motivations and conflicts. We might run a brush through our air-dried hair at home but out there in the real world, we have to maintain the image. You know the one--we wear a boa and those cute mules with feathered vamps and we flutter about in a vivid silk dressing gown and sip on freshly ground coffee and eat divine chocolate. And we have a maid and cabana boy, too. Yes, that's the image of most romance writers, right? NOT. I wear t-shirts and yoga pants most days. Elastic is my friend. I have a trench coat I call my Wal-Mart coat because I can throw it on over anything and be completely covered when I make a chocolate and coffee run. So in a way, I'm undercover just like my characters. Except it never fails I'll run into someone from
church and have to explain why I look like I'm a shoplifter.

No, old age is not fun. Wrinkles, age spots, dimples where dimples don't need to be, an ever-expanding waist line and aches and pains galore. But I've learned something in my old age--for every wrinkle there is a laugh line, for every new inch there is a memory, and for all the aches and pains, there is a life full of joy, sorrow and stories--that's the suspense of every day life and sometimes that's enough for me!

6 comments:

PamelaTracy said...

LOL, I absolutely cannot picture you as a shoplifter. I'm very much getting Columbette, though, instead of Columbo.

Ramona Richards said...

I love this! Just this afternoon, I threw on an old pair of capris and a clean t-shirt, just to run pick up a book at the library. We have self-check out, so I didn't expect to see anyone. Two steps in, I heard my name. One of my favorite cute guys. Argh!

I have to admit, I don't like the pains of getting older, but I sure enjoy the wisdom. By the time I hit 70, I might actually know something!

RoxanneRustand said...

I love your post, Lenora. The thing is, you are as pretty and energetic as a college cheerleader, with just that sort of brilliant smile, and I can't imagine YOU talking about getting old!

I'm thinking that maybe you inadvertently slipped into one of your characters when you wrote the post. :)

Ramona--I can sooo sympathize. I invariably run into people I know when I dash to town on an errand with my hair all curly and no make-up. But I never see anyone I know when I look better. :)

Roxanne

Leann said...

Lenora, the body does things now that it never did when I was young. And the sagging biceps, and cellulite.

When I was younger and in church and saw all those older ladies with jet black hair and their shriveled up husbands, I would shake my head. Now, well, I need to reconsider my opinion.:)

Lenora said...

Y'all are so funny and so very kind. Today I went to get a manicure, something I rarely do. I had a gift certificate. Turns out, I could have done better staying home and doing it myself. Long story, but things didn't go so well. I won't even get into the eyebrow job they did on me. I can't even get it right when I'm trying to improve my looks!!!!

grannyvon said...

You sound like me but I am probably way older, I'm 68 but I am an avid reader. The one ache and pain you didn't mention is loss of eyesite. Mine is getting worse each day. Thank God for audiobooks. Don't stop writing for I can't stop reading if I have to get someone to read to me.