300,000. That's not the number of books that I have sold, that is the ranking my novel is currently sitting on the Amazon website.
It's very daunting, and somewhat depressing to see a number like that. I know that in the month that I published my first novel, 10,000 more books were self-published by authors trying to have a go at writing.
I have joined forums, I am doing social media, and I lurk on writer's blog that all say the same thing. Writing is a long hard game. And most say, don't expect to make a living from it.
I listen to a lot of things — but I refuse to 'hear' that.
In a bit over two years my wife will finish her Ph.D. in literature. At that point, if I have not been able to make reasonable money from this writing gig — then I will have to do the unspeakable. I will have to go and get a job.
That threat to my lifestyle is motivation enough for me to work as hard as I possibly can and get as many books as I can in the time period that I have left. I believe that three a year is possible; maybe even four (once my little girl gets into pre-school).
I have an endgame. And the timer is ticking down.
The good thing about this blog is that I will be able to look back at it in years to come and see if I was right.
So future self — did I make it?