No regrets

While reading The House of the Seven Gables this afternoon I came across this line: At almost every step in life, we meet with young men of just about Holgrave’s age, for whom we anticipate wonderful things, but of whom, even after much and careful inquiry, we never happen to hear another word.   I paused after reading this line and thought to myself that is exactly why I started this project.  I’m not saying that I want to be famous and such.  What I want is to accomplish goals that I have set out for myself.  All my life I have said I wanted to travel the world and to read great novels and such.   This project is helping me focus on my goals.  It is helping me focus on things that make me happy.  I don’t want to wake up some day and say I should have done this or that.  I want to say, “wasn’t it great when I went there” or “I love that movie” or “that book was wonderful.”

 

About TBM

TB Markinson is an American who's recently returned to the US after a seven-year stint in the UK and Ireland. When she isn't writing, she's traveling the world, watching sports on the telly, visiting pubs in New England, or reading. Not necessarily in that order. Her novels have hit Amazon bestseller lists for lesbian fiction and lesbian romance. She cohosts the Lesbians Who Write Podcast (lesbianswhowrite.com) with Clare Lydon. TB also runs I Heart Lesfic (iheartlesfic.com), a place for authors and fans of lesfic to come together to celebrate lesbian fiction.
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