How Publishing A Book Made Me Miserable And What I Did About It

For as long as I can remember, all I wanted to do was publish a book. I worked in restaurants to help pay my way through college and graduate school. I worked at Starbucks for a short stint. Then, when I finished my graduate degree, I got my first real, grown-up, full-time job as an English teacher.

But no matter what I was doing, I always wanted to be writing instead. I would think to myself, “If I could just publish a book, if I could just write full-time, I would be happy.”

So finally, I decided to do something about it.

I quit my full time job, sold everything I owned, moved out of my apartment and spent the next year of my life traveling across the country. I think, somewhere in the back of my mind, I secretly thought a publisher would stumble across my tiny blog one day and think to himself,

“Wow! This girl is totally brilliant! We have to get her a publishing deal, right away!”

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Needless to say, no publisher stumbled across my blog, like I hoped. No one came banging on my door with a check, like Publisher’s Clearinghouse. Instead, it was a lot of struggle and confusion and borrowing money and taking public transportation and holding onto hope it would “happen for me” someday.

After two and a half years of hoping, dreaming and struggling, a publisher finally did pick up my book.

This was it, I thought to myself. This was my moment.

I got a small check to hold me over while I wrote the manuscript, and I dedicated myself to that process completely. This was so amazing, I thought. I couldn’t wait for it to hit the shelves. People were finally going to realize what a great writer I was. I was finally going to be able to live in my gifts and strengths.

This book was going to fly off the shelves and I would never have to worry about money again.

It’s so embarrassing to admit all of this.

I don’t think I need to mention this is not how it went.

Not even close. I mean, the book has done well, relatively speaking. I get the most lovely emails from people who have read it. But it has also been tons of hard work and struggle and barely making ends meet at times and also a giant wake-up call that—hey—this is my first book, which will be by far the worst book I ever write.

There was no “big moment” and there wasn’t a whole lot of fanfare. I wasn’t any “happier” or more famous than I had been before I wrote a book.

In fact, if anything, I was less happy. My expectations were being reset and it was incredibly uncomfortable.

During this season, I realized I had a decision to make.

I could either choose to give into the insecurity and fear I felt (saying to myself, “well, I gave it my best shot, and it didn’t work out. I must not be as good of a writer as I thought I was. I might as well give up now.”). Or I could choose to reevaluate my motivations for writing.

  • I had to ask myself: what do I really want to get out of writing?
  • Why am I doing this?
  • What is going to make this manageable for me?
  • Why did I decide to do this in the first place?
  • When I asked myself those questions, a few really important things came to mind.

First, I realized the most valuable part of writing for me wasn’t extrinsic. It was intrinsic.

The thing that had drawn me to writing in the first place, the thing that compelled me to write, even when I had other jobs, even when I barely had the time, even before I had ever entertained the idea of publishing—didn’t have anything to do with fame or money or the number of copies I sold.

The reason I started writing and the reason I wanted to keep writing was because writing had saved me, it had healed me, it had helped me uncover meaning in my life.

No matter how many copies I sold or didn’t sell, no matter how much money I made or didn’t make as a writer—for me, writing would always do that.

The second thing I realized was that my idea of a “big break” probably wasn’t very realistic.

At first, I told myself, “well, some people get a big break in their careers—movie stars, famous authors—but I couldn’t count on a big break coming.” But the more time I spent digging into this idea of a big break and asking successful friends to share their stories, the more I realized:

There really is no such thing as a big break. Not for me, not for anyone.

You get out what you put in.

Yes, sometimes you’re in the right place at the right time to get a great opportunity. But usually these “right place, right time” moments happen because of hours, months and years of work that precede them.

Nothing in life comes for free.

Finally, I realized, as long as my sights were set on money or fame, I was missing the most valuable thing of all:

I missed the writer I was becoming.

After all, like I shared above, Packing Light was my first book and the worst book I would ever write. And that was okay. Because it was also the best book I knew how to write at this point in the process. And because the hope is I still have dozens of books in front of me, each one of which will be better than the last.

So the reward for writing Packing Light didn’t need to come in numbers (dollars or number of copies sold) because the reward was that it was done.

These days, I feel much happier about my writing life.

Truly. I’m not just saying that. I’m enjoying the art of writing again, getting lost in the process. There’s not nearly the self-inflicted pressure to be beyond where I am.

There’s less stress to write something awesome.

I’m just writing because I love it, because I can’t not write. I’m writing for the joy of it. And each day I’m getting better. And that is the greatest gift of all.

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Comments

  1. says

    Thanks for this, Allison. I can totally identify. I’ve opted to take your viewpoint, keep my day job, and write for encouragement of others, the love of the craft, and personal therapy! It’s good to know I’m not alone. ;-)

  2. says

    I think “This is it. This is my moment.” subconsciously every time I write a post. When you’re beginning to follow your dream, it’s hard to focus on simply writing because you love it, rather than dreaming of how much everyone else will love it. I’m so guilty of this!

    It’s encouraging to know that first books will always be our worst books, but that writing our hearts out every day will form us into better writers. Appreciate everything you do to validate the insecure thoughts of writers, like me.

  3. says

    Thanks for sharing. I feel like I’m on a similar journey (although without the book deal). It’s a constant battle against the lies and myths…but I keep reminding myself that I’m already a success, because I know my work has changed at least one person’s life in an amazing way, and that person is me!

  4. says

    I’m in the final stages of publishing an ebook and I totally get this, Ally. If I didn’t like writing, there’s no way I’d do this again. Luckily, I love writing too much not to do the publishing part.

  5. says

    Well, I obviously needed to read this today, because I’ve been playing the “I’ll be happy when…” game very well lately. And a large part of that has been “I’ll be happy when I can write full time/publish a book.”

    Nope. I’ll be happy when I learn to enjoy the process. When I learn to stop taking writing OUT of the context in which it’s meant to be enjoyed and start focusing IN again. The reminder has helped me today. Thank you for that.

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