Image Credit: Virginia Festival of the Book

Yesterday I participated in a local book festival.

Can’t get those six hours back.

A big goose egg.

Zero.

Nada.

Zilch.

And no, the photo above is not from the book festival I was a part of yesterday although I did attend that festival about five years ago.

At yesterday’s festival, there were probably more author and vendors than customers. And from what I could see from my table, those that were there weren’t buying much. Those authors lucky enough to have any sales seemed to be children’s authors.

Is it the demographic? I’m wondering. The genre? I don’t know.

Do you?

Or is just basically a crapshoot?

The hours I spent writing, editing, proofreading, having my manuscript proofread, edited, formatted, deciding on a cover design, working on my blog, marketing.

Spending money.

Lots of moo-lah.

Why? What’s my motivation?

I’m starting to wonder ’cause this…