I hate my book, (not really). I don't want to look at it again, ever. I think about it while driving, eating, shopping, waiting for someone/something. It is never very far from my thoughts and I'm tired of thinking about it.
I love my book (really). I love that I created characters that are as real to me as well, real people. They are funny, and smart, and smart asses. They laugh and cry, and bitch and moan. Just like me. I'm proud of what I've written, even if it never gets published--it's like an education--my accomplishment can never be taken away.
I can probably count on one hand the things I've done in my life that I am really proud of, not counting my children. I'm proud to have served for 20 years in our United States Air Force. I'm proud I've finished school, even though I don't use the degree I worked so hard to acquire, and I'm proud to tell people I'm a writer.
I hate writing, but on every day of the week that ends with a "Y" I love writing too.
I love writing and I love my book. Some people misunderstood this post and thought I actually hated my book, so felt the need to clarify.