Trawling through the Amazon Kindle shop last night, confronted by a gazillion new five-star titles, I asked myself if I would keep writing if I knew fame wasn’t on the horizon.
Is the story strong enough?
Or is this a Mega-Bucks fantasy, and here I sit at my keyboard punching in ‘lucky numbers, waiting to be struck by lightning?
“The chief enemy of creativity is good sense.”
― Pablo Picasso
Hot Space Station Justice 
I have a lot more FUN writing now that I made peace with the idea that I wasn’t making a product for sale.