If you write a book, people will read it. I mean, that’s the point of writing a book, right? Readers
will read it, tell other readers about it, and an author can sit back and enjoy the money and fame their
writing will bring. Yeah, not so much.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I love being an author. I love dreaming up the worlds I write about. The characters come alive in my mind and on paper. That I can share it with readers is cool. But, it’s not an easy or glamorous job (yep, I used the J word!).
There are no housemaids to do my laundry or cooks to make meals so I can keep writing. I still have everyday life responsibilities like washing dishes and paying bills. People don’t shout my name when I go into public places.
Being an author doesn’t mean wide spread fame or fortune. Being an author is a job like any other. It requires time and dedication to do well. It means sleepless nights worrying about deadlines and audience satisfaction. It means investing a ton of hours (and pieces of my soul) into each book I write. It means opening myself to public criticism for each word I’ve typed.
No, being an author isn’t easy. Then again, most jobs worth doing aren’t.