Here’s this week’s weblog tour question:
What is your dream job, and if you don’t/didn’t have it, how did that happen?
My dream job would be to write as a mid-list fiction author. I don’t have it. Yet. I intend to at some point.
A mid-list author would be someone who sells fiction but isn’t Stephen King. In other words, you turn out one or two books in any given year, and in any given year you sell around twenty thousand copies. You’ve got a following; you’re making money for your publishing house; you have incentive to learn and you don’t have to worry about disappointing millions if you drastically change your style.
Mid-list authors can experiment. They can continue learning and not feel pressured to turn out the same story or write in the same style. If they miss their deadline, five hundred people in the book industry won’t be out of a job.
As a mid-list author, you will have a few devoted fans and not many people writing reviews saying you suck. You won’t have to worry about disappointing a vast segment of the reading public; in fact, if you do write one disappointing work, most people will probably return because you’ve got a stable, steady track record.
You will occasionally get interviewed by the newspaper and sometimes you’ll endorse someone else’s novel, but you won’t have total strangers mailing you their manuscripts and asking you to say it’s every bit as good as your own.
If you’re a mid-list author and walk through a New York City subway car and see someone reading your book, you’ll feel terrific for weeks. If you’re selling as much as Stephen King or Anne Rice and walk through a New York City subway car to find that no one is reading one of your books, you’ll feel bummed.
In theory, I could have had this job already if I’d played my cards right back when The Guardian was in print (and sold 28,000 copies). I should have insisted on having the publisher look over another angel-themed book immediately (I had two more up my sleeve) but I took their advice and didn’t submit it until after The Guardian was selling well. And then I submitted a well-written book that was drastically different from the first. They rejected that, and another non-angel book, and then my editor got forced out of the publishing house. My book went out of print, and I was back at square one.
A decade later, I’m going to have to start over. And that’s okay. I think if I’d gone on to success back then, my ego by now would be unbearable and God would be spending lots of time taking me down a peg or two. Or eight.
But I would like it to happen eventually, and I’ll keep working toward it.
Other stops on the weblog tour are:
http://wryexchange.com/ Wry Exchange
http://fatgirlartist.blogspot.com/ Amy Rose
http://www.drunkenhousewife.com/ The Drunken Housewife
http://hijinksshenanigans.blogspot.com/ Hijinks’s Shenanigans