One More Time Around

I can recall when I was writing The PriVILEged that I simply had to quit.  My health was declining, my attitude was irreversibly negative, and I couldn't stop all the doubt that'd surfaced between writing sessions. It was like my thoughts had taken me hostage and threatened to kill me if I didn't quit writing.  By this time, I'd also failed at becoming a musician and I'd received close to two hundred rejections in radio where I desperately wanted to succeed. My relationships were struggling and my tears were a non-stop reminder that I was losing hope in the happy ending.  But, I didn't quit.  For eight years I didn't quit and I persevered writing a story that I knew only I could tell.  I couldn't be more pleased that I didn't quit such an endeavor. I have no idea where the book will go.  However, I know this much.  It's tangible and awaiting a miracle and I can live with that.  I just can't live with quitting.