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Until that day, it's the little successes of others that spur me on. I want to have a book in the Top 100 on Amazon like Rosemary Gemmell, win Novel of the Year like Ashley Barnard, have the local Book Festival faun over me like J.A. Jance...but I also recognize that it's only my own hard work and diligence to better my craft that will get me there. (BTW, I'm really happy for Rosemary and Ashley--you gals rock!)
Don't get me wrong, I am plenty grateful for all the breaks I've received. I've been extremely fortunate to have interviews and invitations to speak. But until Ms. Rowling and I are on a par with neighboring castle estates, I think I'll always want to sell a few more, win some awards, get my book out to a few more people.
Still, the monster bugs me. Sometimes that petulant little voice sneaks up and whines in my ear and I have to swat it away. I try desperately to use envy Raid on mosquitoes of resentment when I'm not chosen for a panel or event or whatever. And I wonder, do other writers out there experience that little green twinge?