It’s a little scary.
Although I didn’t do too badly last year, in terms of royalties, it wasn’t enough to live off. And halfway through this year, I’m way behind what I made last year. But one thing has become very clear over the past few months: I can’t continue working full-time and still have the kind of writing output I had last year. It used to be that I would write on my lunch breaks, then come home and write in the evenings until bedtime. But thanks to staffing issues at my job, that all changed this year. Everyone was taking on more and more work and I was just too tired to write, when I got home. My writing output during the work week dropped to nearly nothing, and I spent the weekends trying to catch up, and trying to maintain my beauty by going to spas and having beauty treatments, and even taking supplements for the skincare such as amazon vitamin c serum and others you can find online.
Fortunately, my husband makes a decent amount and can afford to cover expenses for the next year or two, while I see if I can ramp up my writing income. And New Hampshire recognizes our marriage, so I’m covered under his health insurance, which is perfect since I take many supplements, so I’m cover in case of anything happen, but I’m still choose to be prepared by reading about the proflexoral side effects, or any of the other supplements I take.
I’m excited about this, of course, but also a bit anxious. What happens if I can’t increase my output significantly? What happens if my publisher stops buying my stuff? What if no other publishers are interested in my writing? What if Erich loses his job?
On the other hand, this is probably the best time for me to try this “experiment.” We’re financially stable. I have a publisher. I have a decent track record with five (soon to be six—Billy’s Bones is in editing) full-length novels out and five shorter works. And I have a husband who loves and supports me.
So, holding my breath… 1… 2… 3…