I'm drowning in Excel spreadsheets! I decided to get up to date with the publication paperwork and printed off my royalty ledgers from Amazon.
So many figures to get my head around. 70% is 70% - except when it's 35%! One ebook is registered for lending so that is another column of figures. And then there is separating out book one from book two. Not to mention last year's promotion and who the fuck returned my book in November?!!
So, I got out my trusty highlighters and calculator which isn't so trusty. One hour later - when I should have been doing revisions for my agent (sorry, Beth!) - I had 2012's figures sorted.
One thing became obvious: writers earn next to nothing for publishing! We do it for love. Love of writing, love of books, love of escaping into a different world.
While I am thrilled with the response to my ebooks, I can categorically say I would earn more working here:
Although I like filet-o-fish too much and would probably end up dead from a cholesterol-inflicted heart attack before the end of the first month!
If I could hold a tune I could become a muso:
But I have the musical talent of a banana, so that isn't going to work!
I would even possibly earn more money from this:
Although let's face it, not much! Plus my mother would not approve - or my husband for that matter!
So, my blog will continue to be called MUSINGS OF A PENNILESS WRITER, and yet I can't say that I'm that upset. I write for love. Simple as.