I'm not exactly an old writer. I'm 21 and perfectly aware I have a whole lifetime ahead of me. I still have decades to master this craft and become a professional.
Some days, though, it feels like I wasted a lot of time.
There's a lot of writers out there that have been wishing for this job since they were kids. They've been writing shorts and poetry and novels since they were 12 or younger. They've never been anything else than a writer-in-becoming (profession-wise, I mean!)
I do think that's awesome. So much, in fact, that there are days I wonder where I was. Why didn't I wake up sooner? How much better would I be now if I had started five years earlier? I had so much time during secondary school! (7th to 11th years to you guys). Then I get angry and bitter.
That's not good.
I'm not an angry or bitter person. I can't stand staying angry or bitter. So what do I do?
On these days I remind myself everyone has a different path to follow. I can't hurry talent. I need to take the time to learn this craft properly. All these years 'wasted' made me who I am, and it is that person who's writing today. They have an impact.
It serves nothing to glare at other writers and envy them. I have to make the best of my current situation. Work hard. Work often. Learn fast. Don't give up. Never give up.
After all, that's how you get published.