IT'S A FUNNY THING ABOUT LIFE; IF YOU
REFUSE TO ACCEPT ANYTHING BUT THE BEST,
YOU VERY OFTEN GET IT.
These lines made me ask myself if I'm giving my best to my writing. When a story meanders off the page or the characters are flat and boring, is it because I didn't expect more - from it, from them, from myself? Struggling to get the pacing right or being anxious about digging deep into a character's motivation isn't the same as a writer being lazy with time and talent.
When I read published books and stories, I believe I'm reading the author's best (whatever that is, at whatever the time.) I hope that they didn't play it safe, that good enough wasn't good enough. Maybe it's silly on my part but I don't care. And if I ask that of the authors and books I buy and I read, how can I ask any less of myself and my work?