I’m not sure exactly how this works in my head, but I have to think of it from a character point of view.
In some ways, money I earn isn’t real to me. The numbers that I see don’t quite make sense as numbers. So, my brain starts trying to figure out ways to break the amounts of money down.
Rent payment.
Half a dozen trade paperback comic books.
Groceries from Costco for the next two weeks.
And, of course, my favorite…
Tacos.
Namely, the Chicken Chalupa Supreme from Taco Bell.
(Does it tell my age that I remember when you could have three different kinds of Chalupas from Taco Bell? Or steak was a valid order option? Share your opinions in the comments…)
Each one of those works out to about $15 (Northern California, blame Sacramento for the fiscal horrors of this state). So, if I’ve sold enough books to buy a taco, I’ve sold about $15 worth of books, or about five books in total.
I went to check my KDP this morning to see how my sales for Solist At Large and The Winter Solist are doing…
And I’ve got three tacos waiting for me when I get my payment from Amazon.
It’s at the rate of taco money, not rent money (that’s about $350 or so a month, storage unit rental fees)…but it means that there are some people that are actually reading what I’m writing. That means people care enough about what you make to spend money on it.
And as an artist, that’s probably number three or so on the validation queue. (Number two is the Hollywood deal that gives you that most beloved of all things-residuals on a massively successful TV or movie franchise that won’t die. First is a muse that you can afford to live with you on a regular basis. And the Zeroth validation-patrons that keep you in reasonable comfort as long as you’re working.)
And that, for an artist, is massive motivation. It means we can eat on a regular basis, pay our bills, maybe get medical insurance, and have the space to create more stuff.
On that note…
- A Solist In Rome is coming along extremely quickly. I suspect that my first two books in any series are going to be the big uphill slog, as I’m still establishing the rules of where I am. This one will have Adelaide and Deborah explore Rome, learn more about parts of the magical world, make friends, and solve a problem that happened in Solist At Large.
(And punch out a Chad. Punching out Chads is almost an obligation at this point.) - An Ethical Succubus is getting harder to write, because I’m just not quite getting where I want to go. Might go in the files for later, I might just pick at it when I’m needing something to do. Who knows?
- Untitled Space Opera Novel is taking a little more effort to get going than I expected. It’s the same problem I had with my first to Last Solist novels-getting the world working right in my head before I can go out and really see what’s out there. It is also in third person, so I’ve got to get that set of voices right…but it is coming along.
And…I’m back hunting for a job again. Mom is home from the hospital (again), and I really need to have something that puts…well, puts taco and rent money in my pocket and lets me do things I would actually like to do.
More news as it comes up.