Over the past several months I’ve read numerous blog posts, as well as an entire book…all on the subject of what authors should be charging for digital books.  And I suppose, as with most everything in my life, I tend to be a middle-of-the-road kind of person.  I can see both sides of the argument.

Unfortunately, facts don’t lie.

Fact one.  In the world of books, I’m fairly new on the scene.  I don’t have a big name (yet).  I don’t have a NY Times best selling book (yet).  So basically I’m an unknown indie author.

Fact two.  As a fairly new, unknown, non-best selling indie author (for the moment), readers don’t know who I am and, therefore, aren’t burning up the internet in their haste to buy my novels (yet).

Fact three.  Because of facts one and two, I have to look at all of the other facts and decide what it is I want out of this whole indie publishing thing.

Do I want to price my work at what I think it’s worth and be happy with selling ten books a month?  Or….  Do I want to set my price low enough that fifty or a hundred times more people will read it every month?

Those are great questions, but the one that I needed to give the most thought to was why did I start writing in the first place?  Was it because I had visions of making millions of dollars and having my name recognized everywhere I went?  Well, I suppose that thought has always been in the back of my mind, but that’s not why I write.

I write because I love to write.  That’s it.  Plain and simple.  Black and white.  I do it because I love to create stories.  Not because I feel I’m due a certain dollar amount for my time and effort.

How would you go about determining what your book is worth anyway?  What should I expect in return for any research needed for a story?  How much for creating characters and all the plotting involved?  And is there enough money in the world to compensate me for editing?

I haven’t made a fortune off my writing (yet), but I’ve earned some decent mad money.  Enough to pay a few bills.  And that makes me happy.

Know what makes me happier?

The reviews.  The fact that people are actually reading books I wrote…and they like them.  Or even love them.  I can be floating around on cloud nine for hours over a three or four star review.  And jumping for joy over a five.

That’s why I write.  It makes me feel good.  Anything I earn is just icing on the cake.  But it’s that cake that’s most important.  It’s the satisfaction I get when I finally write the proverbial ‘The End.’  It’s knowing that people are going to be reading and enjoying that book.

Some things really are priceless.


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