Admittedly, very little.

I’ve flirted with the idea of writing a book for a long time. Not because I think I’m a gifted wordsmith or because I love the act of writing.

I’m not. I don’t.

I’m usually pretty good at abandoning grandiose goals when they get too hard, or when the consistency required to see them through becomes tedious. Or when a shiny new goal distracts me.