“It’s not the critic who counts. It’s not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled. Credit belongs to the man who really was in the arena, his face marred by dust, sweat, and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs to come short and short again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming….”
“Your Worst Critic Turns into Major Fan!” Does this concept sound impossible? I too would have thought so, until I received the attached hand-written letter from my mother.
“Ah, your mother! She has to support you and love what you do,” you may say!
Well, in many families, yes, that would be true! When I read the letter to my daughter, she was as shocked as I was! “What? That’s Granny saying that? The most critical person on earth?”
I sent an advance copy of the book to my mother, signed, so she could have one of my books, and I fully expected her to find certain parts to be offending, and also fully expected to hear back from her pointing out…
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