And There’s Love...

My weakness in life, not just in writing, is that I am deathly afraid of finishing anything. It doesn't matter if you're talking about finishing the last dirty dish in the sink, completing a quilt, or editing and perfecting a story; I suck at finishing. I am getting better at it, and I make myself finish at least one project every month, but I am still fighting myself every step of the way. I get in the way of myself, standing around a dark corner with my foot out to trip myself because that's what I've always done.

My strengths are: fierce determination, a love of words, the discipline to commit to writing every day whether I feel like it or not, and deep emotions that I can only express when I'm writing.

I have always loved to read, loved the way a book can swallow you whole and spit you out as a new person. Books have floated me through my life, dragged me kicking and screaming through my life, and whisked me away when I needed it the most. Books have bonded me to people more than dinners together, conversations over coffee, or longs walks through the woods.

And there's love; I have love. Without that, how could I write even the smallest word worth reading?