Blink of an I is back from the editor and I've started on the final round of edits for that (well, final editor edits, then I'll do a final read-through for the little things). Early Grave went to the editor yesterday. I should be getting the bill for that today. And thanks to the spreadsheet work I do, I have the money to pay the bill.
I was thinking about that last night when my brain probably should've been tucking itself in and winding down to, you know, sleep. If you told me I would bust my ass everyday at my job and not get a regular check for it, I would laugh in your face. But that's exactly what I do.
Some... okay, most... would call it foolhardy. Hell, so would I. If my daughter came to me with this scheme, I would shudder in fear and wonder 'but how are you going to eat?'
I mean, I'm lucky. Hubs has always taken care of the paying for eating and housing and utilities. He's even funded the majority of my foolhardy venture. At some point, though, I had to get off the dole. I had hoped to get off of it by my books paying for themselves. Ummm... not yet. There's always hope, but not yet. I had this grand dream that by the third year of publishing, I would at least be funding myself. Ummm... I averaged about $30 a month last year. That won't even pay for the editing on one book. Forget covers and marketing.
So, I took up this spreadsheet thing. It's kind of like taking in other people's sewing. I get paid by the piece. Not much, but it's paying the publication bills. And it's enjoyable, in a teeth-gnashing kind of way sometimes. Plus, it leaves me time to do my job - which is writer.
Yesterday, I did spreadsheet work in the morning, edited from then until the afternoon (when I got it done - otherwise I would've been editing into the wee hours of the night) and then did more spreadsheet work. Today? I started editing about 6am, then took a break to write this. Whether I get any spreadsheet work to do today is anyone's guess. If I do, I'll get it done and go back to editing. So I can publish Blink on or around the 21st.
So, yeah, it's a foolhardy venture. I'm kind of loving it, though. And if I'm not making money at the writing thing yet, well, there's always hope. Although, right this moment, I'm reminded of Dad's old maxim (paraphrased, of course): Hope in one hand and spit in the other and see which gets full fastest.