Where am I now? (Said in the voice from the Verizon Wireless commercials)
Where should I be?
Are they the same place?
That’s a good question. Let me explain what this post is about. In 2010, I set a goal to be published within the next five years. Considering I had already self-published a book by that time (The Bartender), it seems I had reached my goal before I even started, right?
Wrong. What I meant by that goal was I wanted to be picked up by a publisher, to have the validation of knowing, up front, that someone else – and not my mother or best friend, either , but a real, live industry professional – believed my writing was worthy of publication. That someone else believed my books would sell, that people would want to read them.
In June 2014, that dream came true, when Crimson Romance published Naked Truth. And since then, I’ve published the follow up to Naked Truth (Undercover Heat), as well as three books through Liquid Silver Books, and a short story included in an anthology published through PageCurl Publishing (Unwrapping Love). Not only that, but Liquid Silver has also hired me as an editor, on a contract basis. Win, win, win, er, win, right?
Wrong. Well, sort of. I mean, win, yes, of course! I’m published. Multi-published, with another book releasing at the end of this month, another releasing in June, and yet another anthology coming out in October. Woo hoo! Life is awesome.
Except, what I really meant by that goal was that I wanted to financially sustain myself with writing (and editing), without working outside the publishing industry. Not that I dislike my non-writing day job, but I do wish I could take those fifty hours each week and dedicate them to something involving writing, whether that be marketing or begging for reviews or editing or – gasp – working on the next book I want to release. Unfortunately, a cold, hard fact of the book publishing industry is: it’s really, really, really hard to make a living at writing, and writing alone. Even when you throw editing into the mix, it’s still really, really, really – well, you get the picture.
So, when you look at the way my five year plan has evolved over the years, I suppose I have not reached my goal. I mean, I guess there are another nine months left in the year, so even if I give my notice to the day job on December 31, that means I really, truly did it, right? Not that I’m holding my breath. (Refer back to the really, really, really comments.)
Someday, I believe it will happen. I honestly do. (You should know something about writers: we are unfailingly optimistic, even if we don’t come across that way. We have to be in this industry. We have to believe so hard in ourselves that we are able to ignore those naysayers who lurk around every corner.)
I just don’t know when it will happen, and I’m not comfortable enough to pinpoint a new date, come up with a new goal. Which means I’ve decided to go back to my original plan, and celebrate the six successes I’ve had in that respect (not counting my self-published books, which, by the way, are enjoyable reads, too). So yay – I hit my five-year goal!
Now, on to writing/editing/marketing a new book… When I’m not at the day job, that is.
Tami Lund likes to write. And blog. She also blogs over here.