I was talking to a friend of mine about writing last night. He’d read a blog where the author stated that the amount of time we spend writing compared to the amount of money we recieved makes our word counts worth $0.00. It’s a hard fact to acknowledge.

I’m struggling to make any sort of money from it at all. In fact, I’m way in debt  when looking at writing lessons, covers, illustrations, ISBN numbers (heads up if you go into self-publishing: ISBN numbers are a huge expense), advertising, blog and website maintanance fees and so on.

I keep waiting for it to all pay off monetarily. I think my persistence is a great asset, but every author is persistent. It doesn’t make me unique or stand out in the writing world.

As far as talent goes, I’m right in the middle. Not good enough to write a Hugo award winning story or even in the style of previous Hugo award winners, but I think I’m a better writer than the Fifty Shades of Grey author. In the middle doesn’t seem to make money either.

My husband says to keep putting books out there and name recognition will kick in. I hope he’s right because otherwise I’m running out of ideas.

My one idea I have left is to go back to submitting short stories, but not as many as I was. Getting that Honorable Mention in the Writers of the Future contest got this blog noticed for a day or two. I’d like to submit a story to Writer’s of the Future, one to Beneath Ceasless Skies and one to Unidentified Funny Objects before the end of March. It’s hard to make short stories a priorities when I’m setting deadlines for publishing novels, but maybe I can get one out of three in.