Does my time on email and social media drive my family bonkers? Yes.
Do my eyes feel like they're going to cross at the end of the day? Yes.
Do I still love what I do? Yes.
Do I dream of my books making it big time? We all do. We just lie and say we don't.
This week among all the riffraff and chatter (low sales, new strategies), it was suggested I write "something en vogue" or join KU or every other theory as to what I could be doing to be more successful. Which is why I took pause...because what does SUCCESS mean?
Absolutely, this is my business––100%––and I have to sell books, make a profit, pay my assistant (because she is away and crap, everything is falling apart).
BUT still success can't just be in the number. It is but it isn't I told myself.
If it were only in a number, I wouldn't write what's in my head but rather what is expected.
If it were only in a number, I would NOT answer emails and messages and send signed books to Colorado when a reader cannot make a signing.
If it were only in a number, I wouldn't worry about Mandy (my first reader) and her health. Seriously, I do.
If it were only for a number, I wouldn't have created these stories and the ones to come. Stories from my heart and my head.
Readers make it all happen.
SO, as I start book number SIX, I take pause and think to myself of all the blessings, the good parts, the highs and forget the lows because of the readers. They may be few, but they're mighty and growing.
Thank you. ~R