Hmm, write books, or work with venomous snakes in Southeast Asia? (Trimeresurus venustus – The Beautiful Pit Viper)
I can’t play an instrument. Can’t read music. Can’t compose music. I can’t write screenplays or musicals. My brother can do all of these.
I can’t sing. I can’t win writing contests online. I can’t write short-stories that blow people away. My sister does all of these.
I can run. I can bike. I can climb stairs. That’s what I do well. What I do VERY well is create things. I am an idea factory. I can churn out ideas all day, every day. In fact, I do by default. It’s what my mind does for fun I guess.
I thought that because I was creative, I should be writing books. I wrote some. I wrote some more. I got some good feedback. I wrote 25+ books. I sold some. I sold a lot really – I can’t remember how many. Maybe 50,000? 80,000? I don’t know, it would take too much time to go back through and figure it out. I don’t care much because it isn’t one million, six, or fifteen million. If it was, I’d have the time to go count them. As it is, I’m on fire to do something that defines the rest of my life.
I’m on a quest to figure out what in the hell I should be figuring out. What should I be working on?
I’ve tried many things. Counseling psychology. Real Estate. Networking computers. Photography. Videos. Books. Websites. Online retail.
Until today, I didn’t feel like I really hit it yet. I hadn’t figured out “THE ONE.”
I’ve asked myself thousands of times, what is the ULTIMATE endeavor for me?
Writing books is a crapshoot. Nobody would say Stephen King sucks as a writer, I’ve loved some of his books. But I’ve also put a few down mid-book because I thought they sucked. Nobody smashes it every time. Lee Childs. I liked a couple of his books. I read his short that was either free or 99c one time and I had to spit, it was so bad. Ken Follett, I liked one of his books, the rest I thought sucked.
Writing books is hit or miss. If you’re not writing books that are important to you – that mean the WORLD to you, then you might be seriously disappointed when they don’t rip up the charts and launch you into superstardom.
Then you might try again, and same thing. And again. Again…
If you are really creative, there might be an alternative.
I was laying down in the cool a/c after my morning run up a local mountain. I was just thinking, not sleeping. I wanted to see if I could think better on the bed. I asked myself over and over – WHAT IS THE ONE? WHAT IS IT?
Then I was on my back, pillow on my face. I said in my mind, “God, Alien, Devil, Angel, whateverthefuck – I don’t care what you are – give me a fucking clue here. I’ve been beating myself up like a meat puppet for years now. I NEED THE INFO. Give it to me…
My mind went blank for a few seconds, and anguish set in. The answer wasn’t forthcoming.
Then maybe ten seconds later an idea popped into my head.
Though it came as a surprise, it wasn’t from completely out in left field. There was a time back in 1999 or so when I was sure that’s what I was going to do, to be. I was going to be an inventor. Still, I haven’t thought about it for over a decade, and I’m not sure why. I guess I just don’t know any inventors. I mean, in the traditional sense. I know many people that created something new that gave them income, myself included. But, I hadn’t really thought about inventing something as the be-all end-all. I hadn’t thought of being an inventor as an occupation.
Immediately I climbed out of bed and searched the computer for my list. I wondered how being an inventor fit all my criteria.
See, I have all these criteria that describe the perfect ‘job’ or pursuit of money. I’ll list some.
The Perfect “Job”
- wear shorts or underwear, flip-flops or bare feet.
- work inside or outside, preferably both
- choose when to work – hours and days
- some writing
- some video
- create something – either tangible or digital
- create something new – groundbreaking, not a value-add
- sell online through website and affiliates
- have a monopoly, or a near-monopoly so others cannot easily copy it
- focus on big picture
- focus on big money, don’t chase small money
- focus on creating something for people with money to spend (high-end)
- small company that can quickly change focus to take advantage of change
- create a legacy
- maintain morals, dignity, reflect positively on my family
- prey on opportunity for positive change, not fear
- create a company or product that gets bought out, then do it again
- fun, interesting, intriguing, puzzling, requires solving fun problems
- few or no deadlines, other than self-imposed
- working for self or very small group
- crowdfunding possible
- income of $2,000 per day
- billions of dollars possible
So, those are some of the components that make up what I would consider the ideal job, or pursuit of making money. By writing books I can fulfill some of those. Certainly not making a billion dollars, but some of the others. By focusing on making more YouTube videos, I could also check off some of these.
You know what though?
By inventing things, it is possible to tick off every single one of these. Not likely, but possible. I cannot think of anything else I could do that would enable me to do more of these than inventing stuff.
I’ve been looking for an answer to this question for a couple of years now. Since I tired of writing books and making websites. It’s a damn good thing I had written books, had YouTube income, and had other income coming in during that time because I’ve been lost for years. I haven’t been able to come up with anything but just rehashing what I’ve already tried in past-lives. I’m not excited about anything I’ve done in the past. I’ve done it. I’ve learned a lot. I’ve had a blast and worked hard all at the same time. I’m done with it.
I just couldn’t think of a new direction to go.
I don’t want to become an internet marketer. I don’t want to start a membership site and work 12 hours a day on the computer. I was just talking to my friend while eating a pizza the other night. He was telling me how much he loves to work outside. YEAH ME TOO. But, I don’t want to be building houses like he did. I want to be on the computer working outside on a lounge chair at the beach with some hot girl in a micro-miniskirt handing me iced-down mint coconut lemonades on the hour. I want a girl to come and rub my feet every couple hours. I want Italian pizza delivered.
An inventor… yeah…
What about you? Are you 100% sure you’re a writer? Do you have what it takes to suffer slow sales for the first ten, twenty, fifty books before you hit the mother lode?
Or, is there something else that better fits you?