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.
