Aspiring authors whose concepts of reality include anthropomorphic animals
solving homicides, and intergalactic lizards mating with British Royalty, cling
tenaciously to their fantasies. Despite my explaining, in detail, the absurdity
of self-publishing a fiction novel in order to make more money, the unpublished
first-time writer said "but I would get to keep all the money from the millions
of people who would read the book!"
The best reality check/cure I’ve found for these people is to
send them to a large major book store — the biggest Barnes and Noble in town,
for example — so they can see the thousnds of books, all written by
professional authors. With all these books available, who exactly are the
millions who want to read yours? And why? How are they going to hear about it,
where will they buy it?
Even a book from an authentic publisher; a book garnering rave
reviews, may not sell well due to the limited market for that particular genre,
distribution problems, marketing issues, or simply competition in the
marketplace for readers’ book buying dollars.
I have 12 books published, in various languages, and one even
made the New York Times Best Sellers List — but none of them has made me rich,
and none of them have sold in the millions. Hundreds of thousands, over time,
yes. Millions, No.
Had I paid some company to publish them, I would not be a
professional author. I would be somene who writes as a hobby, and pays to put my
hobby on display, in stacks, in my garage or basement and in the trunk of my