Dollar Signs in My Eyes

The stellar career I mentioned in my first post did not end up being the lifelong pursuit I had hoped it would be. In fact, I dreaded going out the door knowing I was headed back to that place. When I lost my job there, it did really bother me. I was upset. I had lost my job. How was I supposed to buy groceries, pay my medical bills, or work on getting the millstone of student loans off my neck?

Here I will take a brief intermission and thank God for the amazing husband he sent me. How he put up with my whining, complaining, and emotional roller coaster through this time without strangling me is a miracle. He deserves more than one crown in heaven. Not to mention, how well he treats me on normal days. (End Intermission)

While I was "inside my pity pot", as he puts it, he encouraged me to pursue my dream of writing since I now had all this time on my hands. I'll be honest. When I started my writing endeavor, I had daydreams of becoming independently wealthy, sipping smoothies from a lounge chair located in a warm, sunny place while I nonchalantly worked on my next big book. I didn't write out of a desire for money, but I thought if I can do something I enjoy and make a good living while doing it, why not?

After struggling through writing and publishing my first book, I was really excited. I checked Amazon and Create Space multiple times a day to see if anything had happened. It was thrilling to see that someone had purchased the book that I had written. Then the new wore off, and I realized that the rate at which my book was selling was not really that impressive.

It did not take me long to discover that the stories of people becoming sensations seemingly overnight by self-publishing was not the path my writing career was going to follow. I am pretty sure I owe the majority of my book sales to friends and family who have supported me throughout my life, and I appreciate them and their support immensely.

Sure making more money would have been nice and helpful financially, but there is still a sense of satisfaction in knowing you have accomplished the first step in a goal. I started writing and I did make a little money at it. Not enough to quit my day job,,..but it's a start.