In a long ago previous post I mentioned that I had started writing my second book. I also mentioned that it was slow going. Embarrassingly slow going. Over the past months, I’ve often thought of quitting, of tossing in the towel, and doing something more useful with my time, like cleaning out the basement.
Turns out that no matter how delusional I may be about being a half-decent romance writer, (I hear you laughing.) I can’t quit writing this book. Of all the don’ts I heard growing up, don’t be a quitter is, apparently, the one that stuck. I have no problem admitting that I can’t figure out Twitter, am perpetually late and socially inept. I don’t understand baseball, my French is appalling, and I can’t read a map…see, no sweat. I am not one whit embarrassed to admit any of these failings.
But, quit, no. I can’t even quit this blog which is nuts considering that about three people read it.
Determined or stubborn? Oh, you know, po-tay-tos, po-tah-tos 🙂