Obsess Much?

Passion? Obsession? Is there a difference? Yes, but there's a fine line separating the two.

I'm one of those people who latches onto something and digs deeper, longer, to get to the very root of it. I'm never content with skimming the surface. For example, at the library a few weeks ago, I grabbed a photography book of Audrey Hepburn. The slim picture book gave a brief overview of her life, and I became fascinated. Instead of returning the book and moving on, I checked out more pictures online, ordered several books about her from the library, and toyed with renting a selection of her films.

I do not have time for this level of Audrey studying. Repeat: Do Not Have Time.

Yet, I'm squeezing in chapters of "What Would Audrey Do?" by Pamela Keogh. Just pored over an incredible photography book which chronicled her life on the set of Sabrina. And yes, I'm sure I'll be renting several of her films in the near future.

I'm like that with any interesting topic. And I'm especially like that with my own books.

My office door is like the rabbit hole Alice falls into. I open it and lose track of time. If I didn't have my watch, my children would never get picked up from school. If I didn't pick them up from school, we would not eat dinner because I would still be in the office! All I have to do is turn on my laptop and the hours disappear.

Passion. Obsession? Call it what you will, it's a part of the writer's life.

Join me on Friday to set one goal!

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