Betwixt and Between

I’m in a weird space at the moment, between formatting a book, writing two and editing another, it’s one of those moments when you wonder if it is all worth it.

I listen to writing podcasts, and they say that there aren’t many who make money writing overnight, and I get that. But I will have 8 books published soon, and I’ve only made about $120 from them all, in total. ther the end.

I know that most writers don’t get a lot of money from writing, but is my writing that bad that I won’t make any money from it?

When I’d editing a story, I get to a point where it’s like – this is the worst thing I’ve ever written, why did I even bother, and then I get a note from my editor saying she loved how I pulled everything together in the end. Does that mean that the rest of the story is… well… crap?

No, it just means I’ve read it over about thirty million times, and the new sparkly glossy idea I had no longer carries the sheen that it had. Instead, it’s a polished diamond that will go out into the world.

And I know that the more books out there, the more money I will make, but if I make $100 in 10 years, does that mean it will be another 10 before I crack $1,000?

Don’t panic, I’m not giving up writing. My brain wouldn’t allow me to do that, but I do sometimes wonder if it is worthwhile trying to make some money out of it. At least I have another fourteen years until retirement. That’s if the age hasn’t been raised again by then.