I believe that sometimes my mind thinks selfish things. Often it goes through my mind that it would be nice if just the right person would read one of my books then some magic might happen. It’s sort of a natural process because the time factor in the production of a novel is a bit over whelming and a writer cannot help of dreaming of big success. But then my mind gives me a reality check and I have to count my blessings. It is then that I say to myself:
“The right person is reading my book at this moment. Every person is just as important as the next. Be thankful for anyone who buys your books and gives of their time to hopefully enjoy your work.”