Will I become a famous writer?
Will thousands of people read the words I have written?
Will they read the books I plan to draft someday?
Will I be at book signings?
Will I speak in front of an adoring audience?
Will I ever be interviewed on a worldwide publication?
Will people call my name from across the street to confirm my identity?
Will other writers ask me for advice?
Or will I remain on my online writing platforms, sharing my work with those who follow me?
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Questions, questions, questions that we all ask ourselves. Excellent work