I’m a romance writer without a romance. I’ve had boyfriends. Those relationships all started off with starry eyes and big hopes. They also ended in dramatic fashion. I have lost count of the first dates I’ve been on over the years. There are so many now that I’ve forgotten most of them. Just the other…
I wrote the words ‘She’s a bestselling author’ in my journal – and realized that is what I want to become.
I’ve been doing a bit of soul-searching lately now that the fog of moving has lifted. The verdict? It’s time I accept full responsibility.
Why not me? Why can’t I have all the things I want out of life? I’m starting to learn – why not me?
I’m a quitter. I haven’t always been, but I am now. And I really like being a quitter.