I'm not a patient woman.
But writing has taught me the importance of delayed gratification.
When I began writing, I had no concept of how long it took to publish a book. I wrote. I had faith I would be published. Out comes the book. In comes the royalties. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight.
This past week I was finishing the edits on my first book, picking out cover art for my second book, and writing on my first erotica. Not a dollar in sight.
Next week I'll be sending out several queries on my Suspense and waiting to hear back from my publisher about the third book I've sent.
Okay. I confess. I write because I love it. Even if there were no monetary value involved, I'd be here tapping out thoughts and stories. Because I have to. It's who I am and what I do.
BUT...waiting? To hear back? And to see monetary compensation? It can drive an impatient woman up the wall.
A writer writes because he/she loves to do it. The greatest gratification comes from finishing the book. Knowing you're capable. Treasuring the words. And waiting.
Waiting for the call. The book. The readers.
And I can wait for that. It's worth it. And so am I.
Grins*
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5 comments:
The waiting is so hard. Especially for an impatient person like me.
Gina! I KNOW! ACK!
Grins,
Crystal*
TELL ME ABOUT IT!
A beginner recently posted in the critique group I'm in if it was possible to live of the royalties of your books. I choked on my vanilla coke. Live of the royalties? Yeah, riiiight.
My lovely fellow authors,
doesn't it just twist your knickers when you realize that "outsiders" to publishing think we're all rich? And that published means "well off."
Silma, I would have spewed Diet Pepsi forth. LMAO
Grins*
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