I Am Not Nobody
Just because I am not a known quantity — I am not nobody.
There are a lot of well-known authors out there. Many write in the same genres that I do.
George RR Martin. Neil Gaiman. Andy Weir. Arthur C. Clark. Isaac Asimov. I’m sure you’ve heard of one if not all of them.
For every well-known author, there are dozens of lesser-known and unknown authors. Some have a specific appeal, others just haven’t gotten the Netflix, Prime, or movie deal to gain further recognition.
And then there are those just trying to get enough recognition to make a living off our work. We seek readers like ourselves, willing to take a chance on an unknown quantity and read our stories.
Novels are very much like children in that we give them a ton of love and affection, nurture and grow them — then send them out into the big, bad world all on their own.
Because of how we love them — we take criticism of them, lack of interest in them, and the like — personally. As such, when you are not a known quantity — and the sales of your artworks are not as you desire them to be — you can feel like you are nobody.
Maybe I am not yet a popular author with fans eagerly awaiting my next book. But I am not nobody.
