Well, I shipped off the manuscript for my latest book a couple of days ago. My home office looks like a tornado ripped through it: research documents, books, and crumpled manuscript pages scattered everywhere. My first order of business will be to clean the mess up this week. Second order of business will be to enjoy a break from the keyboard this summer and ponder my next project.
The Case That Foiled Fabian will be my seventh book. A lot of people assume that once you publish a book, you become instantly wealthy and can quit your day job. Alas, this is not the case. I have an office job I report to each morning. One, of course, can always hope—but as the years have worn on, and I’ve become more knowledgeable of how publishing works, I’ve sort of abandoned the dream of having a major bestseller—but I have not surrendered the idea of someday being able to write books fulltime.
I’m a long-time fan of Huey Lewis and the News. I recently watched an online interview with Lewis in which he said something that struck a chord. Talking about the music industry, he said a lot of people get into it for the fame and glory. Eventually, however, the passion for what you’re doing overcomes everything and what you end up wanting most is just a decent career doing what you love while remaining true to yourself.
Years ago, I pined for a bestseller—and while I’d still love to score one someday, what I really want more than anything is to just be able to write fulltime and make enough to provide for my family. Of course, the odds of achieving such a thing are rare. Slowly, I’m learning to appreciate the fact I’m simply lucky enough to be published, as there are many great writers out there who never get the chance to enjoy that thrill.