My financial returns per ebook are dropping these days. I have the usual anxieties. Do I suck? Is my work dated? Just a saturated market? Why did I never write popular tropes? Well, I don't like alpha males, so what I can I do?
Also I now have a great day job with a non-crazy boss and delightful co-workers; how often does that happen? And not coincidentally I don't have that time-honored muse any more (a.k.a. "need to pay the bills" / "must sell smut or starve").
I still write because, frankly, that is just what I do. People buy it or don't buy it. Whatever. (Please buy it. Please). But I am not sure I am really in touch with "the industry" or "Romancelandia" or whatever-he-fuck-it-is-called-these days. I can't be bothered going to romance conventions because I would rather go to Niagara Falls and eat poutine and drink espresso martinis.
So if some crazy shit is happening that I should know about please email me at veinglory @gmail.com. (preferably something to do with erotica/romance/fiction, but in general I love me some drama). Or consider joining this blog as a guest or regular contributor. Because I like to suck out the tender juices of the younger generation or just generally people more successful than me. Or make friends. Either way.
How many of you, my fellow authors, are baffled at being middle-aged (or older). When did that happen? I feel so much less desperate these days, and more happy, and somehow less hip. So. If anybody is out there. Drop me a comment. (Or not. I get that).