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Finding my Way
I always manage to find my way. But still…
Once again, we return to this unhappy place.
As my wife and I look at our budget and consider our holiday gift-buy power for friends and loved ones, it is all too apparent that it’s non-existent.
This falls on me.
I work. However, my work is writing. I do a LOT of writing. I average around 1700 words of nonfiction a day and 2500 words of fiction a day.
My word counts are outstanding. However — the pay that comes of them is little to nothing. This is a problem.
For a long time now, I have been striving to pay the bills via my writing. Yet unless I am being paid to write for someone else — the money earned is negligible.
If you pay a visit to Amazon.com and my author page there, you will see I have 11 books for sale. There are 2 sci-fi, 2 fantasy, 1 humorous narrative, 1 steampunk, 4 self-help/inspirational/life lessons, and 1 Paulo Coelho-esque fiction. Also, there are 2 anthologies I have a short story in.
That is a lot of books. And 1 more is coming in December. BUT — for all of that, I am not earning a living salary.
I have an ambitious plan to put out 6 books in 2021. But that won’t put money in my pocket for holiday shopping.
