I worry about a lot of things.
I worry basically constantly, actually. There are many things I worry about, and all of them wax and wane in importance from day to day, from hour to hour, and from year to year.
But mostly I worry that I’m doing something wrong.
There are a lot of things I might be doing wrong. But first and foremost, I worry that I’m approaching my writing career wrong. This is what I want to do for the rest of my life. I love it, and honestly I think I’m pretty dang good at it. I doubt I will ever win a Hugo or anything like that, but there are over a thousand copies of my books circulating in the world, and I think the people who read them probably enjoyed them.
And yet I still haven’t gotten any traction. I still have only one sold short story. I spend more editing my books than the combined sales of all my books, and then when you add advertising costs on top of that… it’s not only not sustainable, it’s downright expensive.
But what else can I do? I try to stay on top of my advertising, I spend on good covers and editing…
So all I can do is keep on keeping on. Hoping that all the stuff I’m doing wrong, and all the stuff I worry about, won’t get in my way as I take steps towards being fully employed as a writer.
I’ll get there. But gosh it’s a slow process.
Hope everyone out there is staying safe and healthy!