Ah, the end of another week. Sometimes I feel like I'm wishing my life away. I look forward to Fridays because I see a big block of time ahead – a block of time I can write.
If I weren't working the paying job, I probably wouldn't look forward to Fridays so much. I'd probably look forward to Mondays instead. But what I'm really looking forward to is the day I earn a living from my writing.
Am I an idiot for not going the self-publishing route? Could I be making that living now instead of dreaming about it? Yes, I know I can make more money per book if I self-publish, but will I sell books?
But the more pressing question is – when do I know my books are ready to go out there? How many people should I get to read them first?
I hate to give up the dream of having an agent helping me along in my career (and a validation of sorts). But from some of the blogs I've been reading lately, I'm beginning to wonder whose side an agent is really on. And, let's face it, they're really picky!
Working for a 401k no longer interests me, not if I can make a living at writing. But I want to go about it right. I just wish I knew what right is.
Eventually I'll get it figured out, but in the meantime, I'll continue to write. Because that's what I do.
Have a good weekend!