I had a lovely conversation with an editor the other day about how publishing is such a long game endeavor. A book you write this year might not see the light of day until next year, if you're lucky. I'm horribly impatient. My delayed gratification gene is nonexistent. I want people to read my stuff, and now. That's why I write all the time. It keeps my mind off the projects I've submitted and am waiting on for a green light. I should have news soon on my next romantic suspense...and the wait is killing me. When I began writing stories, I didn't see the necessity of a readership. I thought writing a book I enjoyed would be enough to make me happy. It's not. I want people to read them, too. I'm greedy that way.
I live for the HEA and am constantly striving to improve my craft. Social media is the only place I connect with my peeps, so I rely on it for feedback about writing and the writing life.