As an unpublished writer of fiction, do I really want to commit to a year or more, (probably much more), of completing a novel which may never see a shelf other than my own? Non-fiction, that’s another story. Been there, done that, am still doing it.
Though it is said there is no prejudice against older writers in traditional publishing, we all know that is not true. Agents and publishers look at writers, and the many years of writing ahead for them, to earn out advances and cash in on the efforts of everyone. In my mind, if all things are equal but age, it is likely youth will win out?
This whole age vs. time analysis has become an issue for me. But when I mull the importance of age considerance I realize we are all of a certain age. None of us is guaranteed the next few decades, few years, day or hours. Life is tenuous.
I breathe, therefore life is endless and achievement possible.