I’m a writer and it’s not all I dreamed it would be…

Can I be honest? I’m literally brain duping before I go to bed and I have this heaviness on my chest. For so long, I’ve romanticized how my writing career would look when I watched movies like Little Women or Julie and Juliet.

It would look like this:

I’d run home to mom and dad to a letter that says I’d be picked up and here’s my royalties check or advancement.

I’d celebrate with my friends and move to New York to get closer to people who will help me get into rooms.

I’d walk into bookstores to sign my name on books and people would ask for my autograph.

I thought as I put things out into the world, people would easily find it, want it, and buy it. However, what I’ve realized is….. it’s not 1990 anymore.

The internet has TONS of writers, blogs, artists, and people online now WHICH is amazing. It just makes it harder to be seen. It’s harder to get our content out there.

I’ve sold over 3,200 of my first book, “from foster to phd,” and 300 of “taking my voice back.” Folks, these are good numbers doing this solo.

But I know it’s not 100,000. I don’t want to guilt trip or make anyone feel bad nor do I feel like begging for people to buy my books.

There’s something I’ve learned thats bigger than any book sale: people are reading my books.

If I filled a room with 250 people…. I’d have anxiety until I felt calm again.

If I filled a room with 3200….. imagine?

I’m a writer and it’s not all I dreamed it would be…

It’s been so much better. I get to have real time conversations with people about my books. In 1990, we had to wait for letters.

Every book that is in someone’s hands is a moment that may spark them to tell their story. And that’s powerful.

You can purchase my books here: https://www.amazon.de/stores/Danisha-Keating/author/B0DLY28792?language=en&ref=ap_rdr&isDramIntegrated=true&shoppingPortalEnabled=true