This week we're talking about who inspires you.
Although the topic is writing related, I thought instantly of my dad.
He's not a writer, and he doesn't write romance, so why would my old pop inspire me in my writing?
Because he's tough.
Two quick examples. When I was around 5 or 6, we went out into the woods to cut firewood. Dad cut his knee wide open with a chainsaw. Did he panic? Call 911? Nope. He stitched up his own knee with a fish hook. That's a true story.
About two years ago, when he was 68, he was tagging calves (roping and putting tags in their ears) when the mare he was riding flipped over on him, landing on his right shoulder. He got up, got back on and finished tagging. Later that night, he said his shoulder hurt. Mom forced him to go to the ER where they found out he had a broken collarbone. Two days later, he threw off the sling and went back to work.
Most people aren't as tough as my dad.
What do I take from that?
It's simple, really.
In this biz, you have to be tough, have a thick skin.
I'm not tough. I'm extremely sensitive and people hurt my feelings without even realizing it.
But I'm like my dad in that I don't give up. Sure, I get discouraged. I get tired of rejections and almost-but-not-quite-for-us. But I'm tough in that I keep trying. Keep giving it my all. I keep getting back on that ol horse...just like my dad would.
And that's why he, not Nora or Linda or Sandra is my inspiration.