Book Pricing Rant (I hope other authors can relate)

I felt like this needed to be addressed and I hope that other published authors can relate. I have been getting some flack about the price of my paper copy book being $17.95 through Amazon. When I set up the book through Createspace and then KDP, the minimum price it allowed me to enter is $17.43. There are two categories with pricing – one is within Amazon and the other is through other sellers. Sure, I make more through purchases on Amazon, but it is not comparable to the EBook version, which I am selling for $4.99.

Part of the reason that the prices differ so greatly is because of the book itself. Obviously, a physical copy is going to cost more to produce than simply hosting an electronic version. And yes, I make more per book than I would if I had traditionally published Purpose. Either way, authors are artists who get very little comparatively.

If you think about it, tattoo artists get paid hundreds for their craft. Don’t get me wrong, it is well-deserved. I have a few tattoos and plan on getting more, gladly paying the money for another piece of art on my skin. Artists who sell stuff on Etsy charge for their time and their craft as well, which is why you tend to spend a bit more than if you were to purchase a similar item on a mass-produced website.

That is to be expected. If you provide a service and hand-craft something, you should charge more than something that a machine makes. Us authors spend years on our own craft, creating worlds, and working diligently to create a story. Hours of drafting, editing, and rewriting for one final copy, and I am charging $17.95 for a Print Copy.

What are your thoughts? I am open to hearing your opinions! 🙂

Just a Quick Poem

Here is just a little something I wrote tonight. No edits, just writing off the cusp.


Bury Me in White


Nature hides the death it sews with flakes of pure starlight,

All things must end in order to begin anew.

Here I shall stay while the seasons change,

Awaiting that what the Winter carries.

Draped in baskets woven from pillows spanning vast horizons overhead,

Grays above, so below. But from the gray, a flicker of white.

Droplets that have journeyed down softer than their kin

Tarry with me and witness their descent.

Blankets wrap around all that was once blossomed, a welcoming beauty

Sparling in the sea of unique flakes, I try, though cannot count them all.

For they are as numerous as the stars from which they bear their light,

I could spend my life waiting an answer.

Perchance I were to grow old with each passing year,

The seasons come and go just the same.

Bury me within the snow,

That I may rise in Spring.

Quick Update on Book 2

Thank EVERYONE who Follows my Blog! I am already working hard on Book 2 of my novel, named Preservation. I am already in Chapter 5 of the First Draft.

And yes, I am having to tell myself repeatedly that it’s going to be crap, because I desire perfection. But, writing is a process.

My apologies for not updating as often as I would like. I have a 3 month old daughter, I’m working on Book 2, and there have been many holidays, Saturdays worked, etc. etc.

Stay tuned for a Writing Prompt this week! I’ll do my best to get it out before Saturday! As always, thank you for your support!