"It's hard to imagine, but the life of an author is more than just cigarette breaks and self-loathing. Gone are the days when our chief responsibility was to turn a phrase. Now we also have to know how to sell one."
In this day of instant communication putting the word out about my book is harder than I imagined. My little books and teeny blog are floating around in a huge sea of information. Promotion is even more difficult when I have so little desire to do it.
Most of the time I enjoy writing my book. Sometimes it seems dreadfully like work and I avoid it like the plague. But I love the worlds in my own mind almost more than I love the real world around me and I'm so glad that I have the opportunity to capture them in words.
I wrote for a long time--and I wrote many stories--before I sold any books at all. And I guess that I'll have to keep writing even if I never sell another one. I will continue to educate myself, hone my craft, listening to criticism and constantly strive to improve, if only for myself.