Y’know, sometimes I just have to stop and contemplate how lucky I am, ya’ll. I mean, there are times when it gets to me: the performance anxiety, the fear of failure, the Bookscan/Amazon/etc. numbers, the deadline pressure, the financial struggle. I’m a “big picture” kinda gal, but I’m also human, and in this business it’s easy to get bogged down in the details. But every so often, something happens that smacks me out of my navel-gazing, and makes me notice the forest, not the trees.
Whassat, you say? A little zoom-in:
(Because every writer needs a little sparkly pink text in her life, now and again.)
Seriously, ya’ll, I know this number isn’t anything special compared with the Chicken Soups of the world… but it’s special to me. Because this number reminds me that there are people out there who read my work, and who care enough about it to comment on it, even if they dislike it. And frankly, the vast majority of them — you — like it (over 70% of those ratings are 4 or 5 stars). I cannot begin to tell you how awed and humbled I am by this.
Thank you. Seriously.