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miriam_eIt is not the critic who counts -- not the one who points out how the strong man stumbled or how the doer of deeds might have done better. The credit belongs to the one who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred with sweat and dust and blood... Who strives valiantly... who errs and comes short again and again... who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause -- and who, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
Theodore Roosevelt's "Man in the Arena" Speech (April 23, 1910)
Theodore Roosevelt's "Man in the Arena" Speech (April 23, 1910)
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Date: 2006-11-17 10:07 pm (UTC)I got put off by a few sneering remarks from some people, figured I was wasting my time and should be working... not that I get paid, but it's a project that may eventually deliver a very nice income doing what I like to do. Unfortunately I'm the greatest of procrastinators and I probably should've continued with the writing... at least I'd have something done.
[sigh]
Been doing a little writing apart from the NaNo thing...
I feel a bit antsy that I haven't done any artwork for ages...
Oh dear, I think need a cup of tea.
How about you?