Opening Those Closed Doors

I come from a long-lived family. I got to know three of my grandparents well into my thirties, and both of my grandmothers made it past 90. I was lucky in many ways to have them in my life, but one of the more shallow ways in which I like to look at that luck was that, truly, I got to put middle-age off for quite a while. (Do the math. Divide 93 by 2. Forty is NOT middle-age.)

Still, somewhere in the past few years, I got there. And, yes, twisted ankles take quite a while to heal; finding a comfortable & decent-looking pair of jeans takes even longer. On the flip side, it hardly takes any time, once I’ve curled up with a book, for me to fall asleep!

And there are days when I look ahead and feel like I need to race a whole lot faster if I want to do all the things I…want to do.

But I’m finding a big plus to being a person “of a certain age.” And that is that I believe in more possibilities than I did when I was younger.

When I left college, I decided that I was not a good enough writer to get into an MFA problem. This wasn’t low self-esteem; I’m pretty sure I was right. Unfortunately, I used that decision to do something we should never do…close a door. For too many years after that, I puttered with my writing, something that had previously been–since I was about ten years old–one of the most important things in my life. I wrote, or I said I was writing, but I drifted from project to project, with long gaps in between, and never getting further along than a beginning. If that.

Sometime in my thirties, I decided I was missing out and moved writing back up to a priority. The years off had put a dent in my confidence, though, had made me view myself as less of a Writer, had made me unsure if I had the skill or commitment to really produce anything. I wrote and I joined critique groups, and I wrote some more. And gradually, I began to take myself seriously enough to move steadily forward. That door was open, and I dared (and still dare) anybody to push aside the boulder I’ve got keeping it that way.

I thought this was it. I thought this was all the looking back I needed to do, that there were no other doors–in terms of my writing–that I needed to unlock.

Then just the other day I saw another door. It was tucked far into a corner. The bulb at that end of the room must have burned out, because I’ve passed that door a gazillion times in the last ten years and not even noticed it. I did hear some tapping, so muffled and quiet, I didn’t even realize something was trying to get in. A few authors I’ve been reading lately–Naomi Novik, Jim Butcher, Laini Taylor joined in, bringing the tapping up to a loud knocking. Then, finally, with a huge DUH!, my brain got it.

This was the fantasy door.

Basically, in junior high, I went straight from kids’ books and required classics to fantasy–via Tolkien and McCaffrey and Brooks and anyone else who fed my craving for elves and wizards and dragons and dark forests and sword fights. I never even heard of fan fiction until people went crazy with Harry Potter, and I never thought of sharing stories with my friends, but that’s what I was writing. Every story I started had someone with a long, white beard who spoke profoundly and made no sense. I didn’t read my work out loud, but you can bet every single character spoke with a beautiful British accent. My heroes communicated by mind with unicorns and dragons; they turned from poverty-stricken, hard-working peasants into powerful bearers of heretofore unknown magic.

You get the point.

And then–I can’t tell you when or why–I shut that door. I have a feeling it was the same kind of decision as the MFA one–I wasn’t good enough yet, so I wasn’t good enough.

Oh, all the things this writer “of a certain age” that I am now wants to say to that young girl writer…

Luckily, as I said, somehow getting older has taught me to stop putting limits on my future. I don’t know if I will ever write a fantasy. I don’t know if I’ll be able to come up with something non-derivative, completely my own.

But I do know that, as of a week ago, there is a folder in my filing cabinet labeled FANTASY. And in that folder, there are a few slips of paper, with just a few scribbled notes on them. Ideas.


What doors have you closed and either forgotten about or too stubbornly ignored? Is it time, perhaps, to go oil the lock and hunt out the key?


  1. Alex Carrick says:

    Totally agree that there really are no doors that should be left unopened when it comes to writing. It’s the guts to examine everything that makes a good writer and an interesting one.


  2. Shawna says:

    Yay! Fantasy! That is my true love simply for the vast expanse of ‘what if?’.

    Oh, I can’t wait… whenever you’re ready that is. : )

    Wonderful post! You really did touch on a few things that, I think, are common among people who reach ‘a certain age’.

    I’m trying to teach my children that you will never regret a dream pursued, but a dream neglected will always be what if. (and not the good kind) : )


    • beckylevine says:

      I know, I feel this way about my son’s art. He loves writing, too, but he can sit at his desk and draw for HOURS. And I just say, even if you can’t earn a living at it, you are an artist, and keep being one. He doesn’t QUITE roll his eyes for a Duh, but you know the look, I’m sure!


  3. P. J. Hoover says:

    What a great reminder to check on those closed doors. I write down ideas and then file them away. I’ll have to take a peek!


    • beckylevine says:

      Good for you, Tricia, just for starting the files. That’s what I haven’t been doing. No more! Hope you find some good surprises.


  4. Amy G. says:

    Loved reading this, and kept nodding my head. I, too, am growing more adventurous, and not less, as I grow older.

    Yay for open doors! (And yay for fantasy, too!)


    • beckylevine says:

      Amy, it’s not like I thought I was all that adventurous when I was young. It was just that I sure didn’t expect to change. Glad I did. You, too!


  5. Jen Robinson says:

    I’m not sure about specific doors, Becky, but I’m going to give it some thought. You’re an inspiration!


    • beckylevine says:

      Jen, you keep opening so many doors for yourself, I’d be amazed at any/many closed ones. But hope, when you look, it’s all good surprises. 🙂


  6. I don’t know that I have closed writing doors but I have pulled down the blinds in a few places. I’m slowly letting in the light.


  7. Vivian says:

    Great post, Becky! Congrats to listening to your heart and opening those doors.


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