In shock, I stared at him. "You told me you'd published nine novels and countless articles. How many authors do you know who've sold that many books?"
"But I'm not a best-selling author."
Although that conversation happened four months ago, I think of it often. I told him that many authors would envy his record.
"But I can't make a living from my writing."
Then I understood. He needed to have books on the best-seller lists and earn enough to support himself from book sales. I don't know him that well, but my guess is that even if he achieves his goal, he'd still feel unsuccessful.
His dreams of hitting the top of the charts is a fine idea. And it may happen. But even if he does, will he feel like a winner?
Success is an inside job.
It's who we are and not what we produce.