I Finally Figured Out What Creates the Feelings I’m After. Big Surprise, it’s Not The Outcome

I wrote an Amazon review for one of my favorite authors this week.

As a writer, I know how critical reviews are to a book’s visibility on Amazon.

His work has helped me tremendously, and it was something small I could do to say,

“Thank you.”

He and I have DM’d on IG, and I told him I’d send the review once it was posted.

I support his work in whatever way I can without expectation of anything in return.

However, I’m human and I’d be lying if I didn’t acknowledge that I’d love for him to read Blank Canvas.

Even better, he loves it and shares it with his audience.

I don’t support his work solely for this reason, but I wouldn’t turn it down.

I sent him the review via IG the other day, and I can see that he has seen it.

I didn’t receive a response, there was no heart on the message, it was pure crickets.

It stung a little.

I do my best to examine the things in my life that sting; I want to understand why they sting.