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When
a younger performer suggested that country music legend George Jones and other
older singers should step aside and leave the scene to the next generation,
Jones responded with a new popular song called, I Don’t Need No Rocking Chair!” The song is a vigorous defense of
the contributions that older people still have to make to society. I have
subscribed whole heartedly to this position since I adopted Alfred Lord
Tennyson’s Ulysses as my philosophy as
a teenager. Tennyson has the ancient Greek hero speak these words to the
surviving crew who shared his twenty-year voyage home from Troy:
My mariners,
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Souls’ that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me
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That ever with a
frolic welcome took
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The thunder and the sunshine, and oppos’d
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Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
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Old age hath yet his honor and his toil;
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Death closes all; but something ere the end,
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Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
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Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
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…
Tho’ much is taken, much abides;
and tho’
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We are not now that strength
which in old days
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Mov’d earth and heaven, that
which we are, we are:
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One equal temper of heroic
hearts,
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Made weak by time and fate, but
strong in will
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To strive, to seek, to find, and
not to yield.
I don’t
believe that, when looking at me, most people see an Indie author of three
novels that have won awards and appeared on bestseller lists. Yet, although I am in my 79th
year, except for some creakiness when I get up in the morning, I don’t feel
like an old person. This didn’t just
happen by chance. Before I began publishing Indie novels at 75, I was
beginning to slow down. Even as this was happening, I realized that much of
it was my own fault. There is an old adage about aging that says, “use it
or lose it.” I was not using either my body or my brain enough. Armed with
exercise sheets provided by my doctor, I was able to minimize the aches and
pains that were invading my body by regular exercise. Reactivating my brain
required that my mental faculties be worked just as rigorously.
Entering
the Indie author arena came rather naturally to me. I had aspired to be a
novelist all my life. Several manuscripts that I had started over the years
were still in my computer. The eBook revolution taking place in book
publishing provided opportunity. The Internet makes research infinitely
easier that in my earlier years. But preparing and publishing eBooks is
hard work that demands meticulous attention. Completely focusing the mind
is required. But the more I wrote, the sharper my mind seemed to become. I
enjoy life much more now than I did in my mid-70s.
My
current role model is the South African novelist, Wilbur Smith. The author
of scores of highly successful novels, Smith has done some of his best
writing in his 70s and 80s, including #1 Bestsellers. At 81, he has just
published the latest in his series dealing with ancient Egypt, Desert God. The book became an
instant bestseller in Great Britain when published there. Look for it on
the New York Times Bestseller List in the next few months. I have written
before that if you want to understand Africa, read Wilbur Smith’s novels. I
follow him on Facebook, and I am amazed to read his posts about salmon
fishing in Norway and exhaustive book signing tours in Great Britain. He
keeps both his body and his mind continuously active.
I know
that I will never be anywhere near as good a writer as Wilbur Smith. But I
can aspire to emulate his active lifestyle. Like him, I hope to continue
writing as long as I am physically able. I don’t enjoy feel like an old
man.
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