I think we can all agree being a writer is not a way to make big bucks. If you didn’t know this, I’m sorry for bursting your bubble. There’s money to be made, sure, but if you want to be a millionaire I’d suggest becoming a surgeon or anesthesiologist.
Something I’ve been mulling over ever since my writer’s market class this past semester is my motivation to be published. Obviously I’m not in it for the money. While I love writing, I haven’t seriously considered that as my career since I was ten or so. I want to be an editor, and if not that I want to be involved in the horse world somehow, as trainer, instructor, barn manager, exercise rider, etc.
That said, I still want to share my books, if only for my fans far and few between who have faultlessly cheered me on and encouraged me to keep writing bigger and better things. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind if only my family read it. I’d be happy just to have my books lined up on my shelf for myself.
I’m the perfect recipe for self-publishing, right? But I’m a little worried that I might change my mind later on and want to be traditionally published, and then I may have crippled myself.
I’ve been turning pros and cons over in my head for quite some time now. I’m not sure why I’m mentioning this other than just to put some of my thoughts on (figurative) paper. I think part of my problem is that I’m eternally double-minded and timid. Somebody tell me to stop being a wanker and make up my mind! Hahaha.