LATE BLOOMER
Last week my dad dropped by, book in hand, saying he thought of me while reading a chapter that pertained to writers. Out of all my personal cheerleaders, Dad leads the pack. I scanned the spot he dog-eared--it's a chapter titled "Late Bloomers."
Me: Dad, are you saying I'm a late bloomer?
Dad: Well, it's too late for you to be an early bloomer.
Then he laughed his hearty Dad laugh--the kind you can't help but join--and believe it or not I was truly encouraged. As he said, you never know, what's in this chapter might be the thing that keeps you writing when you want to quit. Gotta love him!
The book is called What the Dog Saw, by Malcolm Gladwell. (Remember, I just blogged on that 10,000 hour thing by the same guy. Then I read this chapter by him. Guess I'm on a kick.) What I love about his theories is that he asserts genius is not simply what you're born with, but what a person developes over time.
Favorite quote in this chap:
"....sometimes genius is anything but rarefied; sometimes it's just the thing that emerges after twenty years of working at your kitchen table."
The main idea in this chapter is that late bloomers don't just start late, and it isn't that their talent goes unrecognized until later in life. It's that they just aren't much good until later in life because this type of person takes a more experimental approach to their art. Unlike early bloomers who tend to start with a clear idea where they want to go, late bloomers like to learn and discover along the way, thus taking longer to develop.
He applied the concept broadly, including artists and writers, and I suppose it could be broadened further to encompass all pursuits.
Admittedly, I'm a late bloomer. But I do think it's due, in large part, to the fact I didn't really study writing and begin to take it seriously until my mid-30's.
Where do you come down on this? If you're an early bird, is it because you had clearly defined goals? If you're a latie like me, is it because you experimented? Curious about your thoughts!
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6 comments:
Late bloomer here. It wasn't a question of not knowing where I wanted to go, but heading in a different direction. Art wasn't a career that was encouraged.
I'm late like you, Georgiana, and I think it's because God didn't put this in me until my kids were in school. As a teen I liked writing screen plays, but I stopped that once university came along and then I got married and three years later we started our family. So I guess the love of creating, and definitely day dreaming stayed with me all along, it justed didn't hit the page again until my mid-late thirties too.
I'm SUCH a late bloomer... :::ducking:::: I think I might one of the earliest bloomers in the writing industry. I knew I wanted to write since I was 7. Started writing at 7, actually, and those stories now make me laugh, HARD. But I did it. And it was always my dream. I got serious about it for publication around the age of 18, attended conferences, networked with authors online, did blog interviews, made connections with publicists at Houses, etc. And voila, now I'm about to be 26 and multi published.
So I guess at that point, I have about 19 years of growth and learning and experience??? LOL.
I guess late-ish. :)
I think there are different seasons of life, and I didn't come to writing until I entered the homeschool season.
Your dad sounds so sweet and he'd probably get along great with my dad. :-)
I'm a late bloomer too. I figure better late than never right?
CJ, I'm glad to hear you are back where you need to be with the art. I'm loving your alphabet series.
Eileen, I think I followed a similar path. The desire was always there, but I never put shoes on it.
Betsy, good thing you are ducking because I am throwing a cream puff at you =P Seriously, it's awesome that you stayed focus on your goal. True mark of an early bloomer!
You are so right, Erica, about seasons. Honestly, that makes more sense than trying to fit neatly into a "theory."
Sharon, it IS better late than never! You must have an awesome dad too. What a blessing.
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