I read of people who get their first book published, and they quit their jobs. Like the guy who did Nanowrimo a couple of years ago, then spent two months working on that book, then sent it to a publisher.
It hit the New York Times Bestseller list, and now all he does is sit around and write.
Well, I’m sure he goes to the grocery store too.
It’s pretty much the dream of every novelist. “I’d like to send my book out, get published, quit my day job, and just write.”
Me? I’m adding “…and move to Rhode Island” in there too, because the scenery in Rhode Island just lends itself really well to sitting and writing.
It’s one of the weirdest things about writers. “I want to move someplace beautiful, so it will inspire me to write, which… consists of not looking at the beautiful surroundings.”
At this point, just to get the books OUT there, so people will buy them and read them, is a major drive.
And then I can worry about looking for a house in Rhode Island. Where I can get Saugys, fried clams on a hot dog roll, Awful Awful’s, and of course, Dell’s Lemon-aid.
