It’s amazing. I have reviewed many books and all my reviews have helped others buy those books. So if they trust me to write reviews, why don’t they investigate my books? I am mystified.
I am not sure where I have gone wrong. I write. That is my life. I do not pigeonhole myself or get cornered into writing a single genre. My heroes didn’t, why should I?
I know. I should be different. But I AM different. I may pattern my career after my heroes, but I am not exactly as they are. I am not writing my own “Martian Chronicles”, “Tarzan”, “Conan Saga”, Or “Dennis Dougan” stories. Instead, I have veered off into Deep Space and begun sagas of my own. “Rivers Of Blood”, “Strange Journeys”, and “”Saints & Sinners” just to name a few.
Ok, so I have gotten off topic. I was going to talk about days off, which do me no good at all. I am no work-a-holic by any stretch of the imagination, but the lack of a day of work does make a dent in the ol’ paycheck. But so does no sales where my books are concerned.
Things are getting a little thin here in my corner of the world. Work is not that easy to find. Sure, I may be a little picky. But I cannot afford short term work for long term bills. 90 days is not enough time to build anything. Neither is the spotty, inconsistent record of a temp service. A day here and a day there solves nothing for me either.
Job security does not exist in my corner of the world anymore. Neither does full time work. All you can get is temporary work. Or what I am doing right now, which is almost as bad…seeing how I am making less than minimum wage as a volunteer.