Yesterday, I woke up excited about the book event at my local library. My library hosts a monthly book sale, and on a trial basis, they invited me to participate as a local author for a modest donation to the Friends of the Library. I was happy to contribute because libraries are the backbone of an educated society.
I arrived at 9 a.m. and was surprised to see so many volunteers preparing for the book sale. Some of these volunteers dedicate hours each week to helping at the Book Nook and serving our community. We are truly lucky to have them.
I set up my table, got ready for the event, and even posted a picture on my social media. Soon, a gentleman stopped by to chat with me about my books. I love this part—talking about my books and the characters who live in my head. Writing is a solitary journey for the most part, so engaging with readers is always a joy. He asked great questions and ended up purchasing a copy of Child of the River.
Then, things slowed down considerably. Though I kept a smile on my face, hardly anyone stopped by my table to chat. One of the volunteers mentioned that foot traffic was much lower compared to previous events. From what I observed, most visitors were primarily interested in bargain books.
That brings me to the struggles of being an author in this day and age, something I don’t talk about much. Most local authors I know have full-time jobs and write as a side project or hobby. The reason is obvious—it’s incredibly difficult to make a living from writing. Even modest success comes after years of hard work and publishing multiple books. Only a lucky few are able to feed both their soul and their stomach through writing.
I don’t say this to discourage young writers or artists. On the contrary, we all need to nourish our souls as well as our bodies. If storytelling is your calling, please continue to write—because no one else can tell your stories. But on the practical side, it’s important to remember that this journey is a marathon, not a sprint. While another author’s success can be inspirational, the road ahead is often arduous.
So, how did my day end?
The gentleman who had purchased Child of the River came back a short while later to ask how to pronounce the characters’ names. He mentioned that he had already started reading the book and was enjoying it so far. Those words were music to my ears.
Later, another volunteer, who had that rare quality of being a ray of sunshine, purchased a copy of Heir to Malla.
An hour before the event ended, I had packed up my books and loaded them into my car. Just as I was about to leave, I had another pleasant surprise—two of my dear friends had taken time out of their busy day to stop by. One even brought along her teenage child. D, S, and L—your support means the world to me. Thank you for thinking of me, and I hope you found some great books at the sale!
Being an author, painter, actor, dancer, or singer is equal parts rewarding and discouraging. If you ever have days when you struggle, know that I see you and that you are not alone. Take care of your mental health and find a community that supports you.
I will continue to write and read because both bring me so much joy. And on the business side of things—ever the optimist—I believe tomorrow will be a new day, filled with hope, happiness, and readers who love my stories.
Anna Bushi 