Whatever writing career I had, has come to a screeching halt. Three chapters in on the latest effort (novel #5) and I’ve hit a wall. No idea where to go from here. None. Inspiration hovering around zero. It might be different if the last two novels had been successful in terms of sales, but sadly, that has not been the case. Reasons? Take your pick:
- Lack of education and command of the English language.
- The stories simply are not professional enough to draw a larger audience.
- Not enough promotional effort.
- The mystery/thriller genre is one of the toughest in terms of competition.
- Everybody and their dog who ever wanted to author a book is now doing so and uploading to Amazon. Millions of books to compete against.
- All of the above.
Answer : 6
One and two without question. Three is also true, but consider that the money I’ve invested with promotions has never, repeat never, paid for itself with additional sales despite trying to get the most bang for the buck based on other author’s results.
Mystery/thriller is a tough sell unless you’re got a name. There are exceptions of course, but those are usually written by people of exceptional skills. Popular genre’s at the moment are Young Adult, romance (always sells), erotica, and paranormal but that one seems to be fading a bit. I’m not a young adult and have no idea how a young adult thinks.. I’m too old for romance and erotica is but a faint memory and wishful thinking. Vampires and werewolves are silly.
Then there’s non-fiction, but a Kansas farm boy who spent the entirety of his working years at Southwestern Bell doesn’t have a lot to draw on in that field. Plenty of exceptions here as well. Laura Hillenbrand didn’t spend a day fighting in World War II, but her connection with Lewis Zamperini and his amazing story made for a bestselling book and a movie. Too bad, I don’t know anyone with a story like that, but even if I did, I can’t write like Laura Hillenbrand and never will.
I think it’s time to move on. A blog now and then, a post on Facebook, that’s it. It will free up more time to spend in the field with my first love, a camera. The years come and go so much faster now. It seems senseless to spend what time is left in a state of disappointment because my novels are not best sellers.
The photograph is what makes me truly happy. A good image is instant gratification. And it matters little if not one other soul on the planet so much as glances at it. If I like it, that’s all that matters.