I was too old for a paper route, too young for Social Security and too tired for an affair.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When I was 10, I had a paper route. One year, I delivered my papers through a hurricane. My mother was against the idea, but my dad, who was a sergeant in the Marine Corps, overruled her. I was determined to deliver my papers.
I was 37 years old. I wanted to support myself by writing.
I got married when I was 16 so I had to do shift-work to make ends meet.
When I retired, I was at an in-between age. I wasn't a child anymore, I wasn't really a woman yet, and they weren't really writing scripts for that age.
When I'm 60, maybe, I'll look at my pile of papers and wonder, What really happened that year?
Me, I was waiting tables of 13 and married at 19. I graduated from public schools, and taught elementary school.
When I first decided I was going to have a go at writing a book - and really, it was a mid-life crisis - I was 39. I was in business with my husband; we had a very busy lifestyle and quite a hectic schedule running this flourishing business in travel, and I found myself waking up and realising that I didn't want to do this anymore.
And since I just turned 32, I'm thinking about getting married, having a family, and that's very difficult to do on the road as a correspondent.
I started out when I was 29 - too young to write novels. I was broke. I was on unemployment insurance. I was supposed to be writing a Ph.D. dissertation, so I had a typewriter and a lot of paper.
I was working probably at the age of 10, when I had my first paper route. I had every different kind of job you could possibly imagine as a young kid.