“Don’t worry about failure. Worry about the chances you miss when you don’t even try.” (Author unknown. From the New York Times)
This saying is taped to my computer monitor—it’s been there since I began writing in 2002. It’s encouraged me and challenged me to press on: writing, correcting, editing, and printing out a 80,000 word document which will become a book.
A giant weight lifted off my shoulders Friday when David mailed my second book manuscript to McFarland & Co., Inc, my publisher for both books. A book project which took me almost two years is finished and being delivered to Jefferson, North Carolina.
This book is for caregivers. We’ve been there as my family (both my side and David’s side) cared for both my parents and David’s mother during their last years of life. Caregiving is a challenging time. It’s my belief that information I’ve put into the book will help other caregivers as they give care to their loved ones. It will be several months before this book is available to purchase. But for now, my work on the manuscript is finished.
When I began to write, I made a choice and risked failure. I was certain that I wasn’t the smartest or most talented writer on the planet. However, I knew I could persevere and at least give it my best shot—to learn how to write. It’s been a lot of fun along the way and some positive events have happened in my life because I risked failure.
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