Here’s the way it goes:
I have to be self-sufficient in less than three years.
Can I do this writing? Can I buy a house for the girls and me, make sure we have food and clothes and insurance (we haven’t had insurance in, literally, years), and have a safe space for my mom? Can I have a bit of land? I want three chickens. I want a huge garden. Can I make our bills? Not have to worry? That’s the biggest thing.
All of you know it.
For some time I have hoped that I might be able to make a living–a decent living–nothing fancy–from my novels. That hasn’t happened.
The local school will never give me more than one class to teach (yes, I am stuck up and only want to teach creative writing classes) and another school pays crap for much more work of the same kind of class (if that even makes sense). I have known for a very long time that I need to depend on me.
Depend on me.
So I have gone online and asked this: becoming successful at writing.
Here’s the first site I read and liked:
WARNING! Lots of naughty words but good grief, they are RIGHT! I wish it made me feel better.
So what am I going to do now?
End this post and work on the rewrite I need to get done and the novel that I am enjoying.
And then I am going to figure out to how to make myself write more each day.
Because I can’t sell books writing only as much as I am writing per day NOW. I can only sell a book a year doing this.
I think Stephen King writes 20 pages a day, no matter what.
I just read today he makes $45,000,000 a year.
Not expecting to do either, but if I am going to change my density, I gotta get a move on.