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NaNoWriMo 2022 is done and dusted. I submitted my final word count an hour ago, something I did not think I would do this year. I guess nothing is over until the fat lady sings, huh? The story isn’t completed yet, though, and my colleague who serves as my beta reader has pointed out some glaring inconsistencies between the novel’s start and how it progresses. So some rewriting also has to be done before it can be published. But yeah, I’m stoked. Stone cold sober, but stoked.
The other good (writing) news is that €2.86 was paid into my writing account today. That does not sound like much to someone from Europe (half a coffee, maybe?) but to someone from South Africa, to earn that much from a single sale of a single copy of an e-book is a significant achievement. There is more to come, over the next few months, but that is just nice.
I know I have many goals running. My Enneagram number (for those who are interested) is SEVEN, so I have to keep them juggled not to lose interest in them halfway through. It may not be the ideal way of coping with boredom, but it’s mine. But my main source of income through all that would have to be writing, with book royalties comprising at least 80% of my initial income. I reckon if that could be my most consistent passive income source, then I will be free to experiment with other ideas and discard whatever doesn’t work without stressing about the investment costs. I think that’s why most people are afraid to bury dead ideas, especially in business. (“But we have spent so much money on this already!”)
1000 copies of an e-book sold could buy me a nice “rescue cottage” in Ukraine, with a big brick stove for winter. And that rescue cottage and its renovation will possibly lead to a blog and a YouTube channel and more books! After all, you never know when and where your muse might strike!
In the meantime, if you’re reading this and you have some pennies to spare, please donate them towards a good cause HERE. Yes, I know it’s that time of year and everyone is walking around with their begging bowls out, but I’m writing for my supper, or at least for dessert afterward. What say you?
