I missed last month’s post, and I’ve been off and on with social media networking in general. It’s tough enough to write and publish a book, then we have to market and survive the criticism.
I’m resolved to the fact that some people will hate my books, they won’t be for everyone. I’m also resolved to the fact that I can’t possibly write for everyone, and while I look at publishing my work as my business, I have to write for me and me alone.
I understand that writers want to give their readers what they want to buy, but where do we as writers lose ourselves in this process?
Do we give up the projects that make us giddy with excitement to write the book we have to drag ourselves to the computer to write just because the fans demand it?
I’ve seen my friends go through this. I’ve seen them become miserable and disheartened with the process while their dream projects sit on the back burner. It’s all a struggle to balance our passions and our bank accounts.
I write for me, and I make it the best quality I can. I don’t fit into the usual categories–my first paranormal book took flack because there was no heated romance. I even had a beta reader who hounded me through the entire process to add more sexual tension, but I stuck by my decision and I still don’t regret it.
While I still struggle with this balance with every project–and writing in multiple genres only adds to the uncertainty–I tell myself that as long as I’m happy with what I’m doing and the end product is something that I enjoy, I’m on the right track.
“No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.” ~Eleanor Roosevelt