They say Albert Einstein defined insanity as “doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.” I recently saw a quote from Winston Churchill saying: “Success is walking from failure to failure with no loss of enthusiasm.”
Aren't these the same equations with different answers?
Take me and these books I've written: each novel failed miserably (with agents and small presses), yet I started right in on the next one with mind-boggling enthusiasm (Success! says Winnie) and most certainly expecting the results to be different (Lunatic! cries Albert). Who do we believe?
Am I successfully insane? Chronically enthusiastic? Confident or delusional?
If I catch his drift, Churchill tells us that enthusiasm itself is success. But to strive for more than just the joy of doing—like succeeding—and failing repeatedly, according to Einstein, is just plain nuts.
Okay, I writing myself into a corner here, so I'll get back to working on my fourth book—which, I'll have you know, I'm so deliriously thrilled about I must be friggin' crazy.