Teetering on the edge of frustration…
I shouldn’t complain. As far as lifestyles go I have it pretty easy. My wife is happy with her job and happy not being the housekeeper. The kids love me and I love them too. All should be well. Except it’s not. I was not born to be a home daddy, I was born to write.
I write. I write a lot. I always have. But making money at it is an elusive task. If I said what piddly sums AC pays for the pieces I’ve posted you would say, “why bother?” I bother because, well, I have to write.
I am best at writing about travel or places. TexasExplorer.com paid really good dough for my work but, unfortuately, markets do not last and that one is out of funds. AC, as I said, hardly pays for coffee. Otherwise I have to spend hours upon hours looking for markets which leaves no time for writing. Lovely.
What I’d really like to write is fiction. I’m really good at fiction. Fiction and dialog is where I shine. I can make readers laugh, cry, sigh, and all that together. But fiction is not easy to sell. Nobody buys it because not many people read short fiction. The book market is ridiculously flooded. One must know someone or be a royal ass kisser to get a book before enough people to make a dime off it. Books I can do, and have done too, but they take a lot of time, time I can’t spare when I have to make a few bucks. If I’m not making an effort writing then I’m expected to do housework and oh boy do I want to avoid that! I need a maid and an agent!
So today I pounded out yet another piece that will go for a song and now I look for markets. Wonderful. I am forever teetering on the edge of frustration with hardly the price of a Big Mac in sight.
So how’s your day going?
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