An old friend with whom I have a lively penpal correspondence reminded me recently in an email to heed the second part of this title. Most likely I was whining in my last note to him about my latest rejection, even as much as I believe that doing the work is and should be my main preoccupation, and damn all of the outside voices. But as much as my introversion keeps me alone in the studio, there is a nagging need for some of those outside voices. What defines success? Is being seen a form of success? Something signaling the completion of a work? And why do I feel mostly out of sync with the modern interpretation of that word? For me this feeling often boils down to pre and post internet.