Saturday, March 12, 2011

Taping my mouth doesn't stop my fingers...

Okay, so I'm in a funk and trying to get out of it, and I'm crankier than usual.  I'm asking myself why I continue to write.  True, I became an author because I love creating stories, but that doesn't mean that I don't want or crave recognition... or at least a word or praise from family members.  I'm not talking about my sister, Gwenn.  Even though she considers my historical romance books drivel she wouldn't read, she did inspire me to step outside my comfort zone and pen The Locket, which is releasing soon from Eternal Press.  I'm not her cup of tea, but at least she sampled one of my books.

I realize that others in my family are not likely to order an ebook and sit at the computer to read it, nor would they pay the high price for a Trade Paperback. The relatives who have read my work, read because I GAVE them copies of the actual book.  Even then, I didn't get feedback, good or bad. I guess they don't realize I have to pay for copies of my own work.  Or maybe they just don't care.

 Still, It pains me to see all the effort that most of my family puts into Facebook without ever giving a thought to me, my videos, website or blog.  You'd think I'd be used to it by now, I've never seen in print or heard any of them actually say..."Did you know that my (insert relationship) is an author?"  I've certainly bragged on each of them enough, but then as I continue to tell my husband.  You can't wander through life with expectations because they'll never be met.  I guess I should heed my own words of wisdom. 

Okay, rant over.  Now I'm going to work on Hattie's Hero and escape to the old west where people expect to get shot at or maimed.  :)

4 comments:

Marva Dasef said...

I know exactly what you're talking about. My last blog post is griping about the tons of time required NOT WRITING when you're a writer.

We share the same relatives it seems.

They don't get how important writing a review on Amazon can be. Some are readers and have read most of my books, but nary a single review. Hey, we have different last names, so they're allowed!

Roseanne Dowell said...

I have the same problem, but add a group of friends in their too. At least I thought they were friends, book club buddies and such. Some of them bought my first book, but never a word on if they liked it. Hmmm maybe they didn't so it was easier not to say anything. My sis in law insists she doesn't have time to read. Heck I gave it to her five years ago. She's read a ton of books since then.
I don't even expect a review. Just a "hey good book" would suffice.

Tara said...

Ginger, same here. It took my husband over a month to read my novel. My very own husband. You think the man would be a bit more psyched that his wife sat down to write a book..

Even my short stories, I have to ask him 5 times to read it. Nobody in my family wants to even buy my book. And everybody I work with says, "I want a signed copy," like I will have one hundred copies to give away.

I have been rather depressed about my writing as well. I realized I will have to sell 137 ebooks before I even earn back the money I spent on a professional editor to prepare the manuscript for submission.

What's the point?

Marie Pinschmidt said...

Oh, my gosh; I'm not alone! I've written three novels and my sister has yet to acknowledge any of them. I even sent her an autographed copy and no response, yet she loves to read. Other relatives have been supportive, however, and generous with their praise. But, let's be honest - it hurts. We must keep reminding ourselves that we write for ourselves (the book is the cake) and sales and favorable comments are the icing. Keep writing, girls.

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