The age of the author is often brought up when discussing young adult novels written by middle-aged authors or older authors writing about younger characters, but young authors tend to fall to the side unless they are exceptionally young. This isn’t going to be a post about young people griping about “the man” or older people. Most of my friends are older than I am, and I enjoy their company immensely. Recently, my age has come up several times when talking about my writing or books.
I’m twenty-three and am currently working toward my masters in creative writing. I went directly from high school to getting my bachelors to getting my masters. Somehow I always feared if I stopped, I would lose momentum or be talked out of working toward my next degree. Apparently, I look young according to other adults. Not sure what that means exactly. Sometimes I wonder if they expect a twenty-three year old to be in a business suit sitting demurely behind a desk or wearing a uniform at McDonalds. I have a chubby face and wear jeans, t-shirts, flannel shirts, and hoodies, which constitutes looking young even though most of the people in my class dress the same way and are often older than I am. Continue reading “Age and the Awkward Authoress”