He was definitely too old. Everyone told him he was too old. Publishers hated him. He tried year after year. He was getting tired. It was harder to get up in the morning. He hated his job. Maybe he hated his life. He was stuck.
He was getting frustrated. Rejections piling up. Another and then another and then another…
Louis L’Amour didn’t publish his first novel until he was 43 years old. Almost 20 years after he started writing on a daily basis.
Shortly before his death, he said, “Only now am I getting to be a good writer. Only now.”
He was 80 years old when he said that.
By the time he died, he had written over 100 works of fiction, which sold over 320,000,000 copies. He didn’t call himself a writer of “western” fiction. He prefers to be called a writer of “Frontier” fiction.