Writers don’t want to get rich.
Maybe that isn’t true. I would love to be rich. I would love to have lots of money and never have to worry about things getting paid. I would love a big boat and a nice house, and to have time to write so that I’m not sacrificing family time for this stuff.
Here’s where the problem comes in: I don’t necessarily equate “I want to be rich” and “I want to be a writer”.
Now, I could blame my entire life up until today. When I first decided I wanted to be a writer – it’s while I was running from a deinonychus one day – I was told things like: I would be lucky to get rich… I’d need to get used to ramen noodles … etc. Basically, if you want to be a writer you’re told that it is a slim job. Great for weight loss, not so good for the bills.
So from the earliest of days, my thoughts in becoming a writer is not that I want to be rich. I want my stories to be read.
That’s right. Writers are not greedy. We’re narcissistic.
I have probably mentioned that before.
And that problem is why I’m finding it very hard to not self-publish The Shulim Cycle Book of Susan. The husband and I have discussed not fully self-publishing it because so many agents are still turned off by the idea of signing books already self-published. I am, however, considering other options that will hopefully be a middle ground between not self-publishing to get an agent and having my books read.
We shall see how that goes. More to come. In the mean time… it’s Friday.