by Edie Melson @EdieMelson
One of the most frustrating things for me when I’m
approached by folks who want write is the litany of excuses that come up. I
know, they’re not excuses, they’re reasons.
Poppycock!
I don’t care what you call them, we all have them. We all
have legitimate reasons not to do something. We’re all insanely busy—maybe not
all in the same way—but trust me, we are equally bound up with to-do lists.
In case you think I’m being callous and unfeeling, let me
assure you I’ve let these things keep me from writing. And one thing I’ve
discovered is this—they’re not even reasons—they’re choices.
