I have to admit, I’ve done it. I stared at the blog stats until I knew the numbers by heart, then I would check and recheck. The blog became a live entity I needed to keep happy…and, well, I wasn’t miserable but it was close.

I read a post by an author once who was miserable because their eight book wasn’t doing as well as they liked. I couldn’t believe it. I thought to myself: If I had eight books published, I wouldn’t be upset, I’d be throwing a party! But then, I thought about it again. Would I be content? Wouldn’t I want that ninth book published? I remember a time when the idea of my being published (one book) was so awesome I couldn’t think of it without bursting into giggles of delight. Now, I want my second book published.

It’s so easy for me to lose perspective….so I…