You're still young you've still got hope. I'm nearly 30 I'm done for. Toast. It's too late.
"Nineteen seventy-nine. That's when everything changed in my life... That was a crazy year." He was 32 years old, married to Lydia Davis, a writer and translator, with a 2-year-old son, Daniel. "I had run into a wall with my work. I was blocked and miserable, my marriage was falling apart, I had no money. I was finished." And then, in the space of two months, his father died, his marriage collapsed and he found himself alone -- and writing.
I have heard novelists never write anything good til theyre 35 so I'm actually very relaxed about it. This is my sandbox era still