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.