Monday, August 10
I'm not seeing the money...
Let me start off by sending you somewhere else-- http://mainecriewriters.com/kates-posts/can-you-afford-to-get-published
In case you didn't go, the link is to a wonderful post by mystery writer Kate Flora. I read it this morning before my tea was even hot and have been thinking about it as I drank. Can I afford to be published?
I don't know the answer yet.
I know that I have had books published whose earnings didn't pay for the conference I attended that particular year.
I know when I've set up my promotional budget for the year ahead, I've been doubtful I'd earn as much as I spent.
I know I have a book that has not earned out and I truly doubt it ever will. This gives me a leaden feeling in my stomach even though I'm almost sure it has more to do with distribution than with whether it's a good book.
I know that when I see the pictures and read the posts from people at RWA's national conference my laughter is forced and the envy I profess to is a little darker than that. Because I don't earn the kind of writing money that would make my attendance a viable investment.
I know that as tightly as I hold onto traditional publishing because there are things about it I like so much, worries I don't have, time on promotion I don't spend, I'm likely only fooling myself because many of my indie-pubbed friends out-earn me by...oh, lots. (Let me add here that there's also the possiblity they are better writers than I am who have kept up with the market better than I have. Okay, the probability. There, I've said it. Sniff.)
I know I've read the statistics on Brenda Hiatt's so-helpful http://brendahiatt.com/show-me-the-money/ and realized I'm always below the middle.
These are the things I know. And then there's one more.
I'm going to write. Regardless. Sometimes I'm just going to like it better than others.