What It Looks Like
In my last post, I described a fictitious (but totally plausible) conversation of younger women’s view of older women. Their view: Old women are OLD.
But it’s perfectly natural.
When I was ten, someone twenty was old. And then forty seemed really old when I was twenty. And although I abhor those women I wrote about (even though I made them up) who thought sixty was old – but I confess, I certainly thought that sixty was OLD when I was forty. And now that I am over sixty, I know for sure that over eighty is OLD.
And I learned the painful truth of this reality a few month ago.
I was working on the finishing touches for my book. Most important to me was the cover. Because you CAN judge a book by the cover. We do it all the time. Just ask Amazon.
Some very loyal readers have actually suggested that I should have illustrated the cover myself. But I had no wish to represent my book by some silly little illustration. I wanted something really PRETTY. And I just don’t have the patience to draw something pretty. If I spend more than forty-five minutes on a drawing, I am guaranteed to screw it up, just because I get bored on minute forty-six and rush to finish.
So I sought out a cover designer. She came well-recommended and I checked her portfolio and her other cover designs were truly lovely.
So I hired her. I told her about my book. That the main character was fifty years old, and that much of the book was humorous, and I wanted the cover to represent this fifty-year-old with a great sense of humor.
And I found out something crucial when she sent me back her design.
She is obviously young.
Because her idea of a funny fifty-year-old was:
I won’t show you her design because I don’t have the rights to the photo, but I’ve drawn a version:
You may think that I am exaggerating, but truly, NO.
Her cover was WORSE!
I emailed her back immediately, and said, “No, No, No! Fifty isn’t old! Fifty is YOUNG! Fifty is PRETTY!”
And I found a stock photo that I loved and sent it to her, and she loved it too, and made me a lovely, beautiful cover:
Beautiful. Probably despite the likelihood that she thought a fifty-year-old could not possibly look like this. But fifty looks like this TO ME – at sixty-three.
So what does fifty look like to you?
Who do you think of when you think ‘Fifty’? Who would play Cynthia in the movie version?
Tell me, please.
There are prizes attached.
My book, of course!
I will ask for votes in my next post and give away copies of my book, Just What I Always Wanted, to the top three vote-getters.