I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.
-Thomas Edison
I am a writer. I do something else roughly between the hours and 9 am and 6 pm to pay the bills, but I am a writer. And to be a writer, unless you have great connections, a famous last name, or juicy Hollywood secrets to spill, means getting used to failure. A lot of it.
I wrote my first book, an intertwined collection of short stories, and self-published it with Amazon, totally excited that I’d achieved a lifelong dream. But I had no idea how to market it. I tried blogging, social media, paid advertising, raising and lowering the price, but nothing seemed to work. I thought finishing the book was the hard part, but this was the worst. I did research after the fact to figure out what I did wrong. I didn’t build a readership BEFORE publishing. I didn’t tweet. I didn’t hire a professional graphic artist or proofreader. I was clueless.
So, I have a second chance. I’ll try and do things right, maybe even succeed. I’ll spend days submitting my book(s) to literary agents, and if no one bites, I will self-publish. I will blog on the regular. I will design a beautiful cover. I will tweet. I will get more followers. And, after doing all that, if I still only make $6 in sales, I’ll buy another coffee and pastry with my earnings, sit in the corner of the coffee shop with my laptop and start all over again. 9,998 chances to go.