Some days I wonder why I write. I'm not getting rich. Actually I'm very far from it and only my day job feeds the family. I guess I don't write for fortune.
My family is proud of my success as a writer. Many of my students are impressed by my 'other' job. Writing something longer than a twelve page research paper astounds them. I probably felt the same way at their age. I've received some very kind remarks from readers by email and at book signings. Fellow writers have offered encouraging and kind words about my books. But I've yet to be stopped on the street because someone recognized me as an author. My writing hasn't brought me fame.
At times I feel my writing career is moving forward at a snail's pace. Yet it keeps me so busy I often put aside my other loves like reading, baking and lately hiking. But I stay at it. Like so many authors I write because I can't imagine not doing it. It may never bring me fame or fortune, but I believe I will always do it
Do you expect your writing to bring you fame and fortune? Have you had a pleasant experience when fame touched you even for a brief moment? What keeps you writing?
