So here is to the new year. I am a self-published author waiting to catch that break and I must say….I am getting old.
I love writing and spend most of my time doing so and when I am not, then I am reading something, dare I say, spicy.
In the span of less than six months, I put out two books and am currently editing a third that I hope to get out in the next month. Each time I sit down and begin to write, I think to myself, “When can I simply write for a living?” At this point, I feel that it will only ever be a dream but I push forward and continue writing because I love it.
There is also something oddly satisfying about the whole process. The work that goes into creating the story, breaking it down, and putting it back together. Editing and shaping it into something legible. Then finally binding it and seeing its final form. I thought I would have been working in the publishing industry but oddly enough, that never panned out.
So here I am trying to pitch my book to everyone I meet and see if they are willing to give my work a chance. Or I’d make a post and pray that it reaches enough hands but I am starting to think that algorithms are my arch nemesis.
I’ve made business cards and I do my best to join the right circles but it’s exhausting. I am tired and there are days I want to give up because I feel all the hard work I am putting in isn’t paying off. Then I would randomly get a comment about my work and it reminds me all over again why I write. Hearing a reader say how much they love it or how interesting an idea was fills me with a sense of joy and pride.
So, what is the point of this post? Nothing and everything. I am here to say to the world “HERE I AM” and at the same time say nothing at all. All I want is a listening ear to the woe of this dreamer and a voice to say, “Your turn will come”.
Until then, I will write like my life depends on it.
