I’m not rolling in dough. Few of us are, I guess. I have a day job that pays decently and a 24/7 job – mommy – that doesn’t pay anything but hugs and kisses. Not that I don’t love those…. but I digress.
So I took up writing as a third job. (Yeah, I covered this in my “I’m exhausted” post.) I’m now actually selling books to people who aren’t friends or related to me in any way. Cool.
So a friend of mine asked about “the writing thing” (her words), and said “You must be really raking in the dough now.”
I won’t be quitting that day job anytime soon. In fact, maybe ever. (sob) I assume my friend is thinking about famous writers like Stephen King or Nora Roberts when she makes comments like that. I am neither of those people. I started to explain about the royalty structure and how often publishing houses pay out royalties, and how you need a backlist of titles, yada, yada. Her eyes glazed over. Then she asked the inevitable question.
“Why do it then?”
I started to talk about how cool it is to write a book, to create something, and yes, to see people buy them. I just smiled and said, “This is my dream.”
Why do you write?
***Just a note to those that have purchased Plenty To Come. Thank you all! I broke the top 20 on Bookstrands bestseller list. This first-time author is overwhelmed. I am so grateful to you all!