I was asked the other day if I thought I was a successful
author. Instead of a simple yes or no answer, I found myself rather perplexed
by the question. If by definition a successful author supports themselves
wholly by their craft, then the answer is no. If by definition a successful
author is one who has legions of fans and gets world-wide recognition, then the
answer is no. If by definition a successful author is one who enjoys the writing
process, the editing process, and the birth of a complete book… then the answer
is yes.
I define the measure of an author’s success by how happy
they are while writing their books. I write books. I sell books. People tell me
they like my books. Though I have not received tremendous sales they have been
steady these last two years and with the virtual bookshelf in existence forever,
who knows how far I could go?
Success is defined and measured differently by different people.
Just a few short years ago (since 2007 when Kindle first came out) a struggling
writer’s success was measured in just two ways; traditionally published or not.
Self-publishing and indie publishing were sure signs of failure, even though
the author never even had his work tested in the mainstream readership.
I had a powerful, NY agent who loved my books but after four
years of trying and wooing the big houses he still couldn’t sell a single one.
Does that make me a failure? Since that time, I’ve sold thousands of ebooks
through Kindle, Nook, and Kobo and gotten some really great reviews. Does that
make me a success?
One’s own perception of success and failure are deeply
personal issues and different for all of us. Though I haven’t achieved rock star/writer
fame (yet), the mere fact that my stuff is out there and gets read is enough
for me to label my twenty-plus writing career a success. Though I may never
achieve the heights of Stephen King or Clive Cussler, with the advent of
digital publishing at least I (we all) have a fair stake in the publishing
game.
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