My first dog, a basset hound named Brandy, was adopted out when I had to move from a Florida house to a Brooklyn apartment. Other dogs died. One got hit by a school bus. One had lymphoma, another had to be put down due to violent episodes, one was put down due to old age and health, and another was fostered for a month and didn’t warrant adoption. That’s the nature of pets. But in every situation, I gave the dog love, attention, and cared for its needs. Perhaps authors should start to look at their books as a pet dog or cat.
Books, too, demand attention, like a pet, but they can give back in many ways. Nothing makes an author feel happier than when he or she gets a great book review, makes a book sale, gets invited to speak somewhere, or feels validated by others.
It’s a wuff world out there, but sometimes your barking may deliver exactly what you wanted to achieve.