It’s strange to hear your critics say that your novel has a great story and is written well, and yet, you hardly make any sales of your novel. When I first published Remnant, I didn’t believe it would be everyone’s cup of tea, but I was still confident enough that I wrote a good book that I poured over $800 (out of pocket) into marketing it. What did I make in return? Well, let’s just say, much less than that.
I don’t write what ‘the market’ dictates. I don’t play it safe. I don’t intend to produce garbage simply because it sells. My stories are whatever they need to be. I never include violence, sex, or complex plotlines unless the story itself requires it, and if those things make my sales drop, so be it.
I write the Remnant series because it’s a story I love. It’s dear to me, and no other novel or series I write will ever be as close to my heart. There’s an even more important reason: A writer is a writer, and for as long as I live, I will continue to write. I didn’t have to publish anything to know that nobody is interested in reading anymore. Growing up, I wrote multiple stories, and none of my friends were interested in them, even when they involved superheroes or aliens. Nobody likes to read anymore. My friends would have been interested if I played guitar, or starred in movies, because those things are popular, but never reading.
Writing is part of my nature. I can’t stop doing it. A scorpion’s gotta sting, a writer’s gotta write. I should be thankful if only one person reads my works. Yes, I’d love it if thousands of people read my books, because I’d love to write for a living, but popularity and money aren’t the reason I write. I have stories to tell, and I will tell them.
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