You already know that I’ve always wanted to be a writer — a published writer, to be specific. And now that I am, I have to say that it’s kind of nice. Except for the writing part.
I’m kidding, of course. The writing part for me is actually the best part, especially now that I’ve had a few months to realize how futile my promotional and marketing efforts really are. I’ve had many author friends tell me it’s an energy drain to try to get a debut novel in the public eye (factor in $0 budget and being in the middle of the Pacific Ocean), and I wrote them off as cynical and jaded. “It’ll be different for me!” My fun, fresh voice (and the lovely book cover, thanks to Berkley’s design team) will win the hearts of readers, magazine editors, and TV personalities everywhere (cough – Oprah!).
But now I’m FINALLY realizing that I should only do book marketing when I feel up to it, when I can actually enjoy it, and that I need to stop beating myself up for not doing more (i.e. like flying to New York and lurking around the back door of the Today Show until they fall in love with me and my book). Better yet (this little epiphany came in the middle of the night, as most of them do), why not just focus on an area where I actually have a chance of being successful? Like this writing thing?
I love to write, I know I can write (most days, anyway), and at the end of the day I will have something to show for it. My words on paper. Some interesting characters — some endearing, some frustrating, some who will get to fall in love and others who will be killed off by page 50 (just kidding – I like those happily ever afters, remember?) — thrown together in a challenging situation that needs to be resolved (or does it?).
Oh, the possibilities! Oh, the suspense! And the love – what about the love?! Who knows what’s to come? (Can you feel my intensity here? I’m actually feeling quite passionate about things at the moment!). I’m not much of a plotter so I often find myself surprised along with everyone else, even if I have a general idea of how things might go (I would say I’m right half of the time). At its simplest, I can actually sit here and entertain myself. For free. And, if I’m lucky, I might even be able to entertain other people as well. And if the writing gods are feeling REALLY generous, which they often are when you submit yourself to working hard at something you love, I might even get paid for it.
What would you love to get paid to do?