How Do You Measure Success?

I’m me. An everyday person with a life full of family, occasional drama, births, deaths, marriages, and health bombshells.

As an aside, health events are always a bombshell. No one ever sees them coming… those sideswipes that fill your brain with paralysing worry, but I digress… where was I? Success.

I accidentally wrote a book series. Yes, that sounds weird, but it is true. Okay, I was good at English at school. I read my way through my childhood and teenage years, but then nada, just living the mother, family, for three decades. And before you leap out of your seat, I consider raising three children a huge success.

Just as empty nest syndrome loomed on my horizon, a bizarre collision of inspiration and compulsion made me write a short story that refuses to stop growing. It was all consuming, and the feeling of obsession, being driven, was exhausting.

My success is that I managed to pour my heart out onto paper – well, laptop, but you get what I mean.

Now, I hunger for readers and the process of getting their attention is bewildering and complex. So, do I measure my success on the act of writing, or am I a failure unless I attract a fan base?

The elation at getting 5 star reviews certainly settled the anxiety when I put my work – my heart – out there, but if I’m honest, no matter how hard I push that boulder, getting the ball rolling and transforming it into an avalanche of readers – good grief! That’s not just a mixed metaphor, that’s a metaphor crash – erm, as I was saying, getting the ball rolling and transforming it into an avalanche of readers feels impossible.

On that measure, I’m failing, but I’m not giving up.

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CHASING A RABBIT

I’m having hard time getting the current novel down… ideas are there, but shuffling them into order?🤦‍♀️ Help!

Getting The Skin Thief written feels like chasing a rabbit that keeps diving underground – just when I think I have it, it slides through my fingers.

Guess this is where the true grit, dogged determination, and stubborn persistence call a meeting and say, ‘Get this done and stop bleating.’