I know a lot of writers, which means there are days when my social media feeds are clogged with relentless self-promotion. Everyone’s written a book, and everyone wants you to buy it.

This is a delicate point, because we do need to sell our books. Selling books is how we make our living, or at least part of our living. But there are days when I wish we could all just take a deep breath in the midst of all the hustle and remember what matters, because my personal opinion is that what matters the most is the work, not the sales numbers.

Susanna Moore, Cheryl Strayed, and the Place Where the Writers Work by Emily St. John Mandel

I love this reminder. It’s the work that matters. I love it more if the world works that way, I really do. It’s a state of mind that I struggle with each day.