…what level an Author’s living wage?

…nit-pickers warning!… I’m gonna play semantics a wee bit here (differences in WURDS, Mabel… differences in WURDS)… I wanna dwell on the gaps in understanding inter alia, ‘PRICE’, ‘COST’, and ‘VALUE’… ‘cording to my faithful dictioWURD thingy,:

PRICE : the amount of money expected, required, or given in payment for something.

COST : cost is usually a monetary valuation of (1) effort, (2) material, (3) resources, (4) time and utilities consumed,

VALUE : the regard that something is held to deserve; the importance, worth, or usefulness of something.

…throw in the oft-debated context of how much readers are willing to pay for a book or novel on Auntie Amazon Kindle, or indeed, a print copy from a bookshop… and the arguments and disagreements appear… yer PRICE is simply the amount of currency yeez hand over in exchange for the product… yer COST is the combination/consideration of all the merits that have gone into the making/processing/producing yer product… and last, but never by any means least, yer VALUE is what its WURTH is to the buyer… the issue that continues to amaze, confound and disappoint this ol’ Jurassic writer, and millions of my fellow scribblers, is the discrepancy between the amount of a writer’s time, effort, sweat, blood  and toil that a novel takes to bring to the market, and the pittance that some readers expect to fork out to grab their copy… of course, thankfully, the vast majority of we virtual candle-lit-attic tome-peddlers have more than the commercial lustre in mind when we write… and as for the mind-boggling number of people who barefacedly ask or expect to have a copy free of charge, I often WUNDER what would happen if I asked them to provide whatever product or service they have for the same fee… for me, my WURK is PRICELESS, its COST is my own investment in whatever little bit of literary legacy I may leave, and it’s VALUE is immeasurable, because it’s truly part of my own soul… (hows that for philosophical thought in the middle of the week, Mabel!)… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!

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16 responses to “…what level an Author’s living wage?

  1. Well said that man!! 😉

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  2. At the end of the day, it’s what the market will bear, Seumas. We can produce all we want and we may assign all kinds of value to it, but if the buyer doesn’t think it’s worth his/ her time then what can we do? The truth is there’s so much supply out there and honestly, not enough readers. So we can just produce, publicise and hope. The cacophony in the market place is loud. Come buy my wares! Taste this for free! Try a sample. From me… from me… from me!

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  3. And just to add an extra twist to the whole miserable business, are the scumsacs who the pirate an author’s work and further diminish their income… I think they should be hung up by their thumbs, personally… Not that I’m bitter. At all.

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  4. You have a definite point, Seumas. —- Suzanne

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  5. I have this wonderful daydream where we all agree that no one, no one will offer another free book – ever. Then I wake up. I’ve gone so far as to be writing a novella to give away for free. Yes, I’m ashamed. 😦

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  6. And hang our heads in shame.

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