Deepam (Susan) Wadds:
In this post about the realities of being a published author, there are some lovely suggestions for what to say to said author.
Originally posted on AUTHOR ALLSORTS:
NOTE: I LOVE being an author. I feel like the luckiest THING ever. This post is not a sign of my unhumbleness.
…However, since the wonder of being published, I’ve got one niggle. Whenever I talk to anyone about my books, people say the same things to me. Over and over. There are obviously a lot of myths out there about authors, so I’d thought I’d answer the main ones here, all in one go.
Myth one: Authors are all filthy rich…like JK Rowling
What not to say: “Wow, you’re an author? So, where’s your castle then, JK Rowling?”
The reality: Honestly, I’d make more money if I was paid a pound for every time someone brings up JK Rowling when talking to me about my career, then I’d ever make from selling books.
Here is the basic maths…
An average book costs, say, £7.99.
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