What I wouldn’t give for absolute self-control. I could squash my temperament, which tends to run on the hot side, before I explode and say and do things I shouldn’t. After I calm down, I always feel like a fool. I’m not five-years-old, I know better than to allow myself to be goaded by the actions of others. Yet, every once and awhile, BOOM, my inner child clouds over my reasoning and I spout off.
The biggest problem, even if I win the verbal argument, someone is left with a perception of me that is less than complementary. I’ve never claimed to be perfect, but I have got to be better than this. In the business of writing, I’m not only selling my words to an audience but myself. When my book eventually comes out, people who don’t like me are not going to run out and buy it. Yep, self-control is what I need, lots and lots of self-control, and maybe a mental closet where I can stuff my inner child.