Friends tell you that you are a good writer, but the sales show differently.
People say books wont sell in the depression, yet people boast about selling thousands, when you have to wait all year for one book to sell ten copies.
Is it tilting at windmills or chasing rainbows, that keeps me going?
I love to write, but what if nobody reads it?
It is like the saying "There is nothing more silent, than a one-handed clap,"
This coming year, I hope to sell a few more books as the Mayan calendar and 2012 crazies have passed over, now perhaps writers can expand instead of imploding with the desires to milk the cash cow.