Yeah....I've been off my game for a while....
So, Sedutra: Web of Desire was finally published as a paperback, and I celebrated the 2-year publishing anniversary of "Spittin' Lyrics N Waxin' Poetic" in August. Other than that, I've been plugging away at the day job, in which I've finally reached the end of my probationary period. The job is going so-so right now.
I'm still wondering what to do now, as far as my literary dreams are concerned. The sales still aren't there, no matter WHAT I do to promote them. I'm getting sick and tired of the whole email campaign thing that I've been doing hardcore, for the last three years. It's just not effective; I can e-blast people until my fingers fall off, and it still won't get me anywhere. I want to get back into the festival/book fair circuit, but my current day job doesn't allow me the opportunity to do that, since I work mostly on the weekends. Not to mention, it'll cost me to pay the vending fee, on top of ordering books for each event.
At the same time, I have ideas of other book projects that I want to work on, but I'm not really motivated to write them down. I'm struggling as it is to gain support for my current published work; why write (and publish) some other shit that people just won't read? It feels like a huge waste of time. Even when I promote on social media, niggas just wanna press the 'like' button, and keep it moving. Fuck that...I'm trying to make a living at this. But, they'll break their necks trying to buy the new $1100 iPhone, smdh.....
But, I digress....
Freedom ain't free. I'm earning a living at my current job, but it's not enough. I want financial and creative freedom. I don't want to be punching someone else's clock...I wanna punch my own. Fuck being a field negro...I want to be a Maroon. But...it takes some effort on the part of others. I can write and publish these books until my last days....people have to go out, and support my work. Really....it's that fucking simple.
Yeah.....this was a bit of a rant session.
Deal with it.