This morning, I'm facing facts...
I will never be rich and famous.
I will never be a best-selling author.
I will never be comfortably well-off
I will never make enough money to support myself.
I will never even make enough to pay for the expenses of being a self-published author.
When I started out on this publishing journey, I didn't think I would ever be rich or famous, or even a best-selling author. I would've liked to make enough to be comfortably well off. I had hoped to make enough money to support myself. I had a goal to just make enough for the writing to pay for itself. But I'm doubting even that these days.
Then I was reduced to just getting happy when someone bought a book. Today, not even that gives me a thrill. If I sell two books in one day, maybe I get excited. Depends on the day.
I used to write for the sake of writing. Just sit down and let the ideas flow. That was a long time ago. I finished a book and then got the idea that it should be published. Unfortunately, I was the only one who thought that. (Other than Hubs. He's always been supportive.) Agents and publishers didn't think that. So I made the decision to published my books my own damn self. I spent a lot of money on covers and editing and marketing. I sold some books, but still not enough to catch up to any of my hopes and goals.
It's been a struggle ever since. Just me jumping hurdle after hurdle in a race I can't win because there's never a finish line. :shrug:
I'll keep writing. I'm not in that place yet. Okay, so I am in a place where I haven't been writing, but I've been here before, so I don't expect it to last forever. I'm just trying to be realistic with myself. I write, I publish, I market... and sales drip in. Occasionally, one of the people who bought a book leave a review to let me know they liked it. (Or hated it as the case may be.) Once a month, I get money deposited into my bank account. Sometimes it's enough to buy a cup of coffee. Sometimes it's almost enough to buy a steak. (What with the price of beef these days, I can't quite get enough for the whole steak.)
It is what it is, I guess.