Confession: Most of My Friends and Family Don’t Read What I Write
I’m having one of those days when I don’t even know if I want to write anymore. I write for free and none of my friends and family even read it. I write to make money and I can count the amount of people who have supported my work on one hand. Yes, people I don’t know have read my books but not having the support of people who are supposed to care about me sucks.
And I’m just talking about the stuff that’s under my real name.
I’m feeling sorry for myself today and discouraged. I wonder if I’m even any good at writing and if I should just quit and stop wasting time. Go back to my stupid job and get on with hating it.
Writing is hard people.
Last year when I released my paperbacks and had them available for sale locally, the staff read the books available for sale FOR FREE and then put them back on the shelf! WTF. It’s a $10 book people! Buy the goddamn thing.
I support other people who make things locally. One in particular that I was going to spend a significant amount of money with. I GAVE her the first book for free. Did she buy the second one? No. As far as I know she didn’t even read the first one. I don’t think I am buying what she makes now. Why? It’s not right.
Some days I am so discouraged.
There is ONE person who consistently supports me. He has read every single thing I’ve written that he knows about. He encourages me and listens to me talk writing/books. NO ONE else does that hardly. They ask about what I’m doing and so what do I talk about — writing obviously. Then I get cut off.
Yup. It’s just a big old pity party today.
Y’all have no idea what a thankless job writing can be.
I know — get over it and move on and do your job. Feeling sorry for yourself never got anyone anywhere.
I’m done now. Maybe.
Originally published at http://dani.space.