As many of you know, the book market has been changing, somethings good, some…not so much. Change is inevitable. It’s the one thing you can add to breathing and paying taxes. Ya just gotta except it. Some people are flexible and adapt easily, some rigid, fight it kicking and screaming then there are those like me, somewhere in the middle. I don’t always like change, I spit, sputter, complain, tie one on, cry, but in the end, figure out how to work with it.
I’ve been through the spit, sputter and complain phase, tied a few on and now ready to work on the solution. I can no longer make a living from my book sales so I’ve had to return to the dreaded day job–or in my case the dreaded night job. I am fortunate I have the ability, skills and education which enables me to do so. However, I am some what sad. I can’t help but beat myself up over the temporary loss of a dream. Yes, I am saying temporary. I’ve hidden away, cried a few tears, raged, screamed and the f-bomb has been my closest friend. But now that the pity party is over, I’m ready to accept change and start stretching in order to be more flexible.
I don’t know if I will ever be able to quit my job again until retirement time, but I do know I am not going to give up on my dream of being a writer. I am beyond proud of the fact that I am a published author. I am beyond grateful for the friends and fans I’ve made and dammit I am beyond proud that I was able to make a good living from my writing for 6 years. Some can’t ever say that, hell come can’t ever say they published a book. I can!!! I don’t take that lightly or for granted.
I am not sure what the future holds for me, but I do know it will include writing stories. I just won’t be able to tell as many right now. I gotta keep a roof over our heads, food in our bellies and a bucket full of milk-bones in the cupboard.
I can’t promise how much I will be around, how quickly I can get to your emails, or respond on social media, but I can promise, I’m still here, I’m still writing, still editing, and still dreaming~
SJD Peterson, better known as Jo, hails from Michigan. Not the best place to live for someone who hates the cold and snow. When not reading or writing, Jo can be found close to the heater checking out NHL stats and watching the Red Wings kick a little butt. Can’t cook, misses the clothes hamper nine out of ten tries, but is handy with power tools.