I hate when people ask how many books I’ve sold. I tell them I don’t know. Because I truly don’t. I got a very, very small royalty check from Amazon last month and I was like YES! People actually paid money for my book!
If I didn’t write I’d probably smoke crack.
I don’t know, maybe the world doesn’t need another writer.
But I know for a fact the world doesn’t need another crack head.
Do what you love.