It’s 5:27 a.m. and I’m up working on my third book which I’m (almost done) writing. I’ve been up for an hour and a half. Today is my day off.
Almost everyone I know wants to write a book. Most won’t. And if that’s you, let me just tell you, you’re kinda lucky.
It’s not as glorious as it sounds. Not even close. You painstakingly choose words, put together sentences, and flow from paragraph to paragraph – to be told that it’s not good enough. Not even close. So you write it all over again. And again it’s not good enough. So you write it all over again.
Finally you finish your book, and you realize you’re now only half done. Because if you want your book to sell, you have to figure out how to promote it, what kind of advertising or campaign you can do to make sure someone actually ends up reading it. And then finally it comes out and you get these statements sent to you by your publisher telling you your royalties, and the number is $0.00 – but you learn that if the book just sells 6,000 more copies, you’ll start receiving royalties, at $1 per copy.
Sorry to sound so negative. Maybe I shouldn’t write posts this early in the morning. 🙂