It was on this day in 1920 that a career was launched. F. Scott Fitzgerald became the youngest author published by Scribner’s with the release of his work:
Fitzgerald sought literary fame as a way of winning the affections of Zelda Sayre, the daughter of a Supreme Court Justice. Zelda didn’t think Fitzgerald could support her, hence his quest for literary fame. He was an overnight success, however he still couldn’t manage to support the lifestyle they both desired after their marriage. Fitzgerald and Zelda even fled to Europe in an effort to cut back and pay down their debts.
Though his later work, The Great Gatsby, would be a success, Fitzgerald would see a decline in his popularity with his short stories and further work not resonating with his audience.
If Fitzgerald can become a success at 23, then I am a decade behind on where I should be. Other than a few poems I have never written anything to impress someone, however, and maybe that is my problem? I generally write because I cannot get the story out of my head. What about you my Gentle Readers? Sign off in the comments. What makes you put pen/pencil to paper, or put fingers to keys? Until next time. Live well, Write well, Be well.