I've been thinking a lot about success lately.
Success is a really subjective thing. Broadly speaking, I think we can all agree that Bill Gates is a success. So is Patrick Stewart. Even the Kardashians are, though I still have no idea why.
But what about the guy who runs the busiest and most well-known restaurant in Boulder. Is he a success? What about the most talented sax player in Baton Rouge? Is she successful? Does fame factor into success, or is it a state of mind?
The reason that I've been thinking about this is because of my career as an author. I'm still at the start of the adventure, so I have no expectations of selling million of copies of Typo Squad or somehow landing on the New York Times best-seller list. Those metrics take hard work. I haven't paid my dues yet.
But there is one thing, just one thing, a very simple thing that I want to happen before I consider myself a success. It hasn't happened yet, and I can't say what it is because then it won't happen organically. Just that one thing, and I'll consider myself a successful author.
I look forward to the blog post when I announce that the one thing has happened. Until then ...