Artists Growing Up in Public
I was talking with another author recently about our respective careers, and on hearing about the length of my publishing career and the age of my canonical work, she mused that the situation reminds her of child actors, who are forced to grow up in public and contend with their mistakes and changes in a way few people need to. (Or did before the internet, alas.)
I've been thinking about that a lot since. About how tempting it is to reject your earlier work, and how unproductive and unwise that is. The you who wrote something years ago was writing something real to her at the time, something she believed. To look back and say 'I want to erase that, or apologize for it' is another way of saying 'I don't want to admit that I can evolve and change as a person, maybe grow older and wiser.'
Why wouldn't you want to be a different person at 50 than you were at 20? Isn't that something to be embraced?
I like this reframing of something I was already beginning to think of as a collaborative process between Present Me and Young Me. It feels more honest and more productive to say, "Yes, I wrote that. And yes, I meant it. I don't necessarily feel the same way now, but that's all right. I'll probably feel different again in twenty years. And that's good and natural." Being embarrassed about it... that's like being embarrassed that you never stopped wearing teen fad fashions, or using teen slang. By that standard, the person expecting consistency of you is the strange one. "Did you expect me never to change? What human being never changes?"
(She also said it takes courage and resilience to get through this process, which I'm not so sure about... I think 'heedlessness' is a more accurate description of how I barreled through my artistic endeavors through the decades.)
Anyway, something to think about.