What if the digital revolution had caused a big box
bookstore with over 1300 stores to shut down entirely?
What if you heard that, since the first book was digitalized
in 1970’s, three million books have been digitalized? What if you learned that
within one year—next year—that number will grow to six million, as staggeringly more people than ever before are writing
books? That three million of them are getting on the self-publishing band wagon,
and deluging and diluting the market?
What if, with the popularity of National Novel Writer’s
Month in November, 200,000 people participated in 2010, many of whom will
polish and try to market their work?
What if the reading market is not expanding, but shrinking,
due to many, many other forms of entertainment available to them?
What if you heard from a rising star, and I mean rising
star, that her print run for the fourth book in her series had been so
drastically reduced (thus the payout), she wasn’t sure it was worth it to keep
writing?
What if you heard from everyone that all print runs have
been slashed?
What if, at a conference of 300 attendees, you sat with many
who for years had enjoyed a writing career, but were now no longer being
offered contracts?
What if those same writers, with years of experience (and
you, in conceivable competition with them (?), had none) were continuing to saturate
the market with manuscripts?
What if you learned the truth from one of your friends, that
she earns only $300.00 on each book she writes? That’s not a typo. And that her
books take months to write. (The average person can earn that in a
couple of days in full-time employment.)
What if you learned from a respectable teacher (Holly Lisle)
who wrote 32 books, with millions of copies and a huge audience, that she’s
giving up on traditional publishing because she can’t make money at it anymore?
But she does hope to make money self-publishing, and she has
a huge backlist of titles (that will go into the 3,000,000 pool of books) that
will be self-published next year? Like so many other authors are doing with
their backlist titles?
What if you read a blog post from a respected, knowledgeable
author (Jody Hedlund), and another from her respected, knowledgeable agent
(Rachelle Gardner), that in the not-too-distant future, most writers won’t make
much money at all on their books? (Of course, maybe most writers never did.) Would
you still write “just for fun?” You should read these posts:
What if you went to a pre-conference and the instructor,
(Bob Mayer, at his Warrior Writers workshop) said 90% of published writers will
never publish a second book?
Knowing these things, would you keep writing? What if you already
work full time, and there isn’t much time left over to write? What if you’re
raising kids? Or taking care of aging parents? What if, for whatever reason,
there isn’t much money coming into your household, and you should be paying
attention to that?
Would you keep writing? On what level?
If you’re an unpublished writer, and you’re in it for the
money, meaning you need the money, you
are insane. There are always exceptions—some people hit the jackpot and
actually earn money on their books—but unless you’re lucky by nature, this is
not the arena to gamble away your time and effort.
If you’re still reading this and are not discouraged, you’re
obviously writing because of other needs. What is it, deep down inside, that
keeps you writing?
I did some soul-searching recently and was on the verge of
giving up writing forever. That week when I spent my free time sorting
patterned paper, I also spent ruminating about writing. Deciding which color
drawer the paper fit into, and thinking about where writing fit into my future.
I was waiting to hear back from an editor, to see if she
wanted to read the manuscript I had pitched to her. If she wasn’t interested, I
was planning to give up. But then she said she would love to read the full. I
started working on the manuscript again, and realized I couldn’t give up on it.
It’s the best piece of writing I have ever done.
I also had a dream about writing. If I stopped now, it would
be as if I had spent my lifetime training for a race. And then, I was finally
ready. The gun went off and I raced not quite to the finish line before becoming
discouraged and stopping.
It’s too soon to let things I’ve heard about the market stop
me. I need to take the next step. Whether or not editors are ultimately
interested in the manuscript, I need to send it out. For my own sake. It’s
where I’ve always stopped before. Or close to this place on the continuum.
After sending my last manuscript to about a dozen agents, and getting some
interest, but not enough, I stopped sending it out.
The word now is to keep sending it out until it’s gone to 60
agents. It’s what I plan to do. Besides sending it to editors who’ve already
said they would read it.
What about you? Where are you in all of this? Why do you write?
Would anything ever stop you?