So a bit of a heads up: The Twilight Gods will be out of print by the end of this month and will be taken down from all distributors. I just got my rights back, and I’ve immediately submitted it to JMS Books for its second edition release. It’s got a new contract now, and it’ll receive a new cover, further edits, etc., and will be released in January, 2015. I’ve noted those things on both the Historical Fiction book page and my sidebar.
As usual, I’ll also be doing a guest blog and e-book giveaway when the time comes.
On to other news!
I am… about to jump off a cliff, folks, but with a parachute at least. It’s exciting, and it’s terrifying. And, yes, that’s the reason why I’ve moved forward with my self-published side projects in tandem with my ongoing gay YA releases.
This week I’ll be giving my boss notice. Since the holidays are coming, I’m happy to work all the way to the end of the year before bowing out, finally, and retiring from the frame shop, where I’ve spent eleven years of my life, working with all kinds of art. I swore to myself a long time ago that this job was going to be my last, and when I leave it, it’s because I’m either too old and unable to keep up with the demands or because I’m moving on to, yep, writing and publishing full-time.
Andy and I have been hunkering down – with me taking on extra days as much as I could without going insane – to pay off our largest debt, which will be gone by mid-November. That’ll allow future paychecks for the rest of the year to be saved and added to money I’ve also saved through the years for this purpose. I essentially have enough tucked away to help see us through at least an entire year, and that’ll be a good buffer while I devote my time to writing and publishing as a hybrid author.
Some writers simply dive in and quit their day jobs because they’ve got spouses who work full-time. I couldn’t get myself to do that (despite Andy’s encouragement to go through with it) because I refuse to saddle Andy with the pressure of keeping to his schedule in order to pay our bills while I slog through story after story. There’s no guarantee in life. He can get sick. He can get hurt while out cycling with his bike club. Anything can happen. As far as I was concerned, I needed – hell, demanded – a safety net. I’ve got that in savings, and I’ve got that with my gay YA books. Those books, by the way, sell pretty modestly, but they’re nothing to sneeze at, and they’ve been a great help, financially. I’ve got so many plans for next year that don’t include 2nd edition titles, and I’m salivating right now, pacing in my cage.
If you’re a writer who’s also thinking about quitting your day job, here’s a great blog post by Chuck Wendig on that. It’s definitely a lot more prudent ensuring you’ve got a safety net set up first before taking the dive, but in the end, it’s really dependent on what the writer’s goals are and what available resources s/he has.
Incidentally, my main goal is to match my current monthly earnings, which aren’t much. I only work two days a week technically, and I’ve got neither mortgage nor car payments. The only reason why Andy’s sticking to thirty-two hours a week at his work is for health benefits; otherwise, he’d have cut down on his hours to no more than twenty-four a long time ago. And we have no kids. If we did, I wouldn’t even think about quitting my day job, no matter what, and I’d be working twice as many days.
In addition to the financial side of things, the other huge hurdle I needed to get over was, well, leaving people I’ve known for years. I’m talking about close relationships in that second family sort of way. I’ll miss them even though I’m sure to visit now and then since it’s in Berkeley, which is only a three-minute train ride away. Still… those are the kinds of relationships you’re blessed with rarely. So for the past few months, I’ve been saddled with the more emotional issues in addition to the financial ones, the latter being much, much easier to deal with.
So that’s the shortened version of what’s been going on with me. I’ll probably talk more about it later on, but it’s been a bit of a tough ride on the whole, reaching this point, and what remains unsaid touches on more personal issues that I’d rather keep to myself. I expect to spend a good deal of time mourning and coming to terms with such a momentous change. I’ll be okay, though, once I’m settled in and looking into the future.
It’s a strange feeling, writing this blog post. It’s almost unreal and yet not. Huh…
EDIT: I do have a comment posted over at Chuck Wendig’s blog entry about writing full-time. And I was all for balancing two worlds. Oh, how things change in a matter of months.