Work, work and selling myself but still in limbo...

I have to admit to feeling deflated; sales are not rocketing off the shelves as I'd dreamt over and over in those blissful few moments when I could shut my eyes and wander effortlessly into another, more satisfying world. Being a writer is not the same as being a successful writer...Or is it?

I learnt on a writing course in the Spring from likeminded ladies, that writing must be a passion regardless of payment - writing for the joy of it. I didn't quite agree at first, as I would like to become successful enough to earn a living, so for me, writing HAD to succeed. But after a while, I began to change my mind. Not about the success, but that writing had to be a joy or what was the point. Stress from lack of sales can lead to tension, headaches, stress and a plethora of negative emotions - none of which I care for.

So, I stepped back and looked at my writing again and thus, 'Echoes' was reborn. Not because I wanted money (even if that would be a wonderful happening) But because it had to be written and written properly, before I could let it go.

Having let it go and felt good about the story, the deflation I feel comes from others not jumping onto my band wagon and agreeing wholeheartedly that my book is excellent and here's my money for the privilage of reading your masterpiece!

Is this wrong to feel this way? Do other writer's?

So, I shall continue to write and fulfill my destiny as a novelist as I try to find the time to edit my second book, 'Freya's Child' between selling myself and networking and hoping, constantly hoping, that one fine day, my writing will be truly seen and appreciated by the masses.