I've read a lot of stuff about success lately. Like, seek after it, or don't think about it just write, and so on. As writers it's something most of us chase after. But I am beginning to realise, success is an illusion, fostered by what we see others achieving, or think we see.
Recently I read a piece advocating find your happy place and write for the love of it. [I thought it was great advice.]
My happy place is a corner of our spare room. Where I have my desk and my laptop. In this quiet place I can escape into my fantasy world. I have three books published, and am working on the fourth, which is the sequel to book three.
Do I sell well? I would have to say, not really. But am I happy? You bet!
It's natural for human beings to seek after success, but success is for ever moving; and we're only ever as good as the last thing we accomplished, so it's a struggle to keep up. Better to relax and enjoy the process of writing.
And if one person loves what we write, then it has been worth it.