I am pleased to announce that I have received my first check from Amazon Digital Services for sales of my two novels. A little celebratory music please!
Okay, that’s enough.
Now that the music and cheering across blogosphere has subsided, the reality of the first payment sets in. After more than seven months, my earnings are enough to buy me a six-pack of decent domestic beer, but nothing special. With that said, I’d hate for you to think that I regret self-publishing. I don’t. Since I do have a day job, I can safely say the following:
Self-publishing is as much about having a creative outlet― one free from the restrictions imposed by genre du jour and the whim of marketability ―as making money.
Self-publishing is more than that, it is the freedom to determine my own subject, genre, style, format, and rules.
Self-publishing is the ability to have the value of my work validated by the readers rather than a publisher or agent.
Self-publishing, at least in the eBook format, is free, which allows me the luxury of failure without real consequences.
Self-publishing allows me to invest the only capital that is truly mine― my own time, intellect, and ego ―which means that whatever profits are generated are completely mine.
So there it is. I am okay with getting whatever profit is generated from the sales of my novels. Profit is the gravy on the potatoes. Meanwhile I will keep writing, keep creating, and keep waiting patiently for my work to be ‘discovered’ and, perhaps someday, enjoy the security of the fabled ‘rich and famous contract’.
And when I get mine, I hope to see you there, too.
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