My Future as an Author

Hello lovely readers!

July is the month of writing this year, or so it seems. This past week was a little tougher for me mentally – I’d been feeling a bit overwhelmed by all the effort I was trying to put into my new business venture plus trying to catch up on my Nanowrimo project after the holiday excitement. Besides that I’m really feeling the pressure of needing to move next month and all the baby prep that still has to be done. So mentally, it’s been a bit of a taxing week.

As I’m writing this, though, it’s Friday and I’m going into a three day weekend, which will give me a little bit of time to relax and catch up on a few things. I’m looking forward to it!

Since I rambled on Monday about the different options I could take with my self-published novel, Rebellion, today I thought I would hit the same subject from a different angle. Do I see, or even want, any kind of future in fiction writing? Do I want to be viewed as an author?


First off, I’m never going to stop writing fiction. That part I am one hundred percent clear on. I love working on plot lines, discovering a character’s haunted backstory, and all the other fun work that goes into creating an engaging and riveting story. I also have a weird addiction to participating in Nanowrimo, even if I rarely complete it.

But beyond the actual act of writing the story, I think my interest wans quite a bit. I get very attached to my characters and to the worlds that they live in and as such it becomes very difficult to just offer them up to the whims of just anyone.

Publishing is a cruel world too. I self-published Rebellion because I had no interest in even risking rejection from publishing houses or agents. And while there are definitely a lot of things I could have done differently – and better! – at the time, I don’t regret the decisions I made.

Going on five years since I self-published though, I’m realizing that mentally I would now be better equipped to deal with that world. If I really wanted to push forward and try to be an author, I would have the ability to handle whatever that meant for me, unlike the person I was back then.

But the question comes back again… do I want to?

Yes and no.

Technically, the fact that I have work published makes me an author, but it’s not a label or a title I would put on myself. I would much rather do what I’m doing now and pursue a freelance career as a writer or editor. Editing is something I can enjoy doing as a job, trying to finish a novel on a deadline is not. And yes I see the irony of my Nanowrimo participation.

I know myself and I know I would burn out very quickly trying to make it as an author.

That’s not to say I won’t publish anything ever again. I’m still looking at the process of reworking Rebellion and just this spring I finished the rough draft of another novel, Donovan’s Quest, another that I am looking at self-publishing.

I just don’t really care if I do or don’t make money off of the books that I do publish. The process is something that I enjoyed the first time and would enjoy doing again. Just not under deadlines or pressure.

So to answer that question… do I see a future for myself as a fiction author?

Not in a career sense, no. As a fun, creative, hobby? Almost certainly.

And if at least a few people can find some wonder and joy in reading my novels, then that’s all the return I could really ask for.

Have you had a dream that changed as the years went on? What happened?

Love and kindness,

Katharine Marie

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