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Originally Posted by Erin Pavlina  Elfwing, that's just the tree in the road you're seeing.
Can you imagine a situation where a publisher pays your travel expenses for you to write your next best seller?
Or, write a fiction book first, make loads of money, and then travel.
Or hook up with a hotel in a particular city and tell them you'll mention them favorably in a book (free advertising) and ask if you can get a room there for free.
Just some creative ideas I'm throwing out there. Don't stare at the tree. Be looking for a chainsaw. |
While I really, really appreciate the ideas, it just wouldn't work. For one thing, publishers have no reason to pay travel expenses of their authors. For another, I know of a writer who has a dozen or so published novels and can sometimes barely live off her work. But I thank you, nonetheless.
My trees are awfully big. But I will find a way. I hope.
I'd love to just be a nomad, wandering through towns and life as I please, just seeing things, not settling down anywhere. But I need to earn money somehow, and in a way that would support this. I imagine it would be more expensive than settling down would be. Novels earn very, very little. But I'm the kind of person who - well, not only could I not bring myself to "just get a job", even if I could, I would screw the entire thing up as well.
I don't even go to school anymore, I'm just a teenager, I've never had a job. I tried going to school part time, but I couldn't handle it, it felt so soulless - I can't even
homeschool - and now I'm living off my parents who think it's just happening because I'm mentally ill, because I can't pick myself up enough to move on and
do something, and until I stop being so pathetic and get up and do something, I'm going to be paying the consequences.
I'm better than I was when I left in February. I'm getting better, so slowly, but it's just not enough. I often beat myself up for not being disciplined enough or taking full responsibility. And I know it's all down to me, but I still descend into whine-mode too often.
... I'm not quite sure why I went on like that, but thank you for bearing with me.