Yusof's comment the other day about so many awards being for younger writers, while there seems to be little for the older writer really got me thinking.
I started writing at 40 and I think I'm quite typical of folks who suddenly realise that life is passing by so quickly and so much is going by unrecorded, and writing was something we'd always meant to do but never quite got round to.
Several of the participants of my creative writing course have been over 60 - one participant was a very lively 84 even, another touching 70. (Though interestingly these older folks have all been British or American - perhaps because in Western cultures learning is seen as lifelong.)
Kathryn Grey in an excellent post on the New Welsh Review writes about the "facism of youth" in the literary world and the neglect of the older writer which I think will have you nodding in agreement, Yusof.
On a related note, four women authors (Helen Oyeyemi 24, Zoe Heller 43, Lionel Shriver 51, and Penelope Liveley 75 - pictured above - discuss how their different ages affect their everyday existence, hopes and fears in a very enjoyable piece in the Telegraph.