Fame? Not likely? There are only many Steven King’s and Nicholas Spark’s out there.
Money? You’re joking right? Those big advances are near myths, and there is your agent, and publishing house and Amazon who all get their cut of your pie. And it’s just as bad if you’re an indie author. You have to pay for a good editor, cover designer, and marketing, and pray you might break even.
For the freedom of being my own boss? Okay, now the laughter is just making my sides hurt. Everything is on your shoulders. Marketing, finding the right art for the cover and the right person you can afford for the layout. Who can you trust to edit it? Crafting a well-honed novel takes months if not a year of more with rewrites and editing, only to be read in days—or hours. Your fans want something new from you—often. The pressure can be overwhelming.
So why do we do it? Why write when the perfect sentence only comes through tears, and you see your bank account dwindle with little return for your dogged effort?
There can be only one reason. To bring glory to God and know He is well pleased with the work of your hands.
I’ve been a teacher for two decades, and I know God has called me to work with young people. I enjoy my job. The kids make me laugh, and I love sharing stories of history with them. I’m blessed to work in a Christian school where I can share deep truths as well.
But there is nothing like the giddiness when a new story starts to niggle. The feel of the keys under my fingers as a tale comes to life on the screen, sets my heart to racing. There are few other things I do where I feel God’s pleasure, than when I am writing.
The money will be spent on things I don’t remember. The fame fleeting, and unwarranted. The freedom, an illusion.
To this end I strive: to hear, “Well done, good and faithful servant.”