Posted on February 25th, 2013
As we know, I didn’t get the job. I am not an “everything happens for a reason” person, because, well, I don’t think there’s any sort of omniscient/omnipotent being interested in my employment status. (The career services office at my law school doesn’t even care. Why would a sky god?)
I do think opportunities arise all the time and one must be open-minded enough to see them and seize them. Not getting this job means my time to write still remains my time to write. The downside is I am tired of The Poverty (TM). I would like to not worry about money, or at least not worry about little things like rent and food and gas money.
So I’m trying to make lemonade. This is what I’ve got:
- Two finished novels, both with series potential. One is a Regency/age of sail suspense-romance, the other is fantasy. I am planning on shopping these around. The Regency is done, done, done, and I have no excuse for not submitting it right this very minute, except the usual fear of rejection. The fantasy I’m culling down to 110,000 words and making a few tweaks to. It will be ready to submit in a couple of weeks. Once that’s done, do I work on new books for those series, in the hope they get sold? Or do I tackle something else, like…
- One historical project. My idea is to apply for grants to cover travel and research costs, and turn this into a book that weaves together life in rural Northern Idaho and World War I. I have no idea if anyone besides me finds this interesting. The alternative is to turn this into a novel. Downside: this is an area of history that is not my bailiwick.
- One snarky Regency romance project. This is about platform building and having fun, although the last book I read for the site (review to be posted in the next few days) almost killed me. It was so bad. (Did you know the Brighton Pavilion was the reason Britain lost the American colonies? FOR REAL, THAT WAS IN THERE.)
- I could stick ads on everything. But…ads. And how much revenue is that, really? Is it worth it?
- I could write about my insane childhood. No, really, it is weirder and worse than yours. Both my sister and I were asked by therapists, “Have you considered writing a book about this?” I have this compartmentalized most of the time, so I’m not sure I want to go down this road. Also, as weird and bad as it was, who gives a shit about my childhood besides my therapist and me?
- I could write a (completely plotted, ready to write) legal thriller based on my former practice area. It would probably take me three months. I have this blog as a platform. I will probably write this anyway, at some point. (I do know that having written three completely different genres is not what is encouraged, but someone tell my muse that.)
- I could start a non-profit. I know what I would like to do, but this requires knowing how to run a non-profit. And money.
- I could start an online publishing house. I also know what I would like to do here, but this requires knowing how to run a functional online publishing house (I don’t count the one I worked for, because it was hideous). And more money.
You’ll notice going back to school is nowhere on my list. Unless something dramatically changes (one of us employed by a university and the tuition is free or we win the lottery), this trade school doctorate is as close as I’m getting to a real PhD.