It’s hard to believe that 2017 marks my fifth year as a published author. All my major life events, from house moves to jobs, have been based around 5- and 10-year plans, so this year I have some thinking to do on where I go from here. At the moment, I’m in a new job that’s using up a lot of brain power and struggling to stay creative. It’s the first time in five years that I’m wrapping up editing on a project, and I don’t have the next one lined up ready to go. More and more I find myself wondering if writing is worth it.
I never went into this adventure looking to get rich. I knew my limitations from the start; I’m terrible at self-promotion, I have a full time job, I’m slow, and I don’t write what sells. I had no illusions. I can’t compete with an author who pumps out four or more books a year. Money is not what’s bringing me down. It’s the other stuff I find soul-sucking, like:
- the expanding threat of plagiarism and “pop-up” authors out to scam the system
- genre drama that brings legitimate writers down
- the instability of indie publishers and etailers and questionable professionalism
- piracy and a general lack of value for other people’s work
- proliferation of readers who will read anything as long as it only costs 99 cents
And in June, my second novel with Riptide will be released. It’s called Back to You, and is a romantic suspense I’m pretty proud of. It marks a move toward more mainstream fiction for me. More on that to come.