Why Not Quit?
By Karen Wingate It had been a long week of life conflicts. How was I supposed to write when other stuff intruded on my time and my brain felt too foggy with other concerns to put together any coherent thoughts? I escaped for my daily walk and met my neighbor, Jeanie, on the street, her dog in tow. She’s one of my few non-writer friends who asks me about my writing. “Oh, Jeanie, I’m ready to quit. I can’t do this.” She pulled at the leash, drawing little Joey back to her. “No, no, you mustn’t quit. You love writing too much.” How does she know ? my brain muttered as I continued my walk. She doesn’t know me that well. But Jeanie’s words haunted me. At that moment, it all seemed so hard. Yet I’ve been writing for decades. Could I really let it go? Once I came home, God’s quiet nudge invited me to set the timer for a half hour to work on my latest project. When I finally came up for air, I felt that deep core of sati...
