Toss, turn, think, sigh. Check the clock. Toss, turn, think, sigh. Check the clock.
This is the best way to describe my night last night. At first, I was frustrated because I'm like Sleep's biggest fan. But something hit me, and the thoughts went wild. You might sat that I was disappointed in myself. I had given up and my conscience wouldn't let me sleep.
I haven't told anyone this, but at one point over these past several weeks I gave up on my book. I decided that it was pointless to write a book that I don't intend to publish. Who would want to read it anyway??
In the silence, I had a change of heart you might say. With my first draft of my book laying in my desk untouched, I came to the conclusion that I must get back to working on it. Too many time I have given up on unfinished projects and this will NOT be one of them. Plus, I have recently come across a novel that I started to write in high school and I have another idea for a book. I need to finish my stories. Who knows; maybe they'll be something someday. (I certainly hope so!!!)
As of last night, my memoir had a "re-birth" you might say. I'm not giving up!
