As we all know, this writing thing is hard. The highs and lows can be insane and some days you have to wonder why you do it at all. In light of the recent news that another person is about to get filthy rich from a ripoff of someone else’s work, I’ve been wondering why I even bother.
Y’all know I’m the first to cop to envy or even a raging case of sour grapes, but I’m not mad at these authors. I feel like it’s a case of don’t hate the player, hate the game. Publishing is a huge business. I know there’s lots of agents and presses who believe in stories and promoting careers, but the bottom line is finances, I get that. And believe-you-me I’m thrilled when anyone is able to make writing their full-time gig because I’d love to make that happen for myself. But for goodness sake does everything have to be 50 Shades of Hungry Twilight Games or another desperate grab for offensively-dubbed “mommy porn?” Shouldn’t you create trends rather than chase them?
Despite how discouraged I am, I will keep on writing. I know I do it because I enjoy it and it makes me happy. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t sometimes wonder where I fit in this industry.