I reached a milestone this month in sales. I have sold over 100,000 novels and novellas. (The illustration is a clue. Don't tell anyone.) Of course, that would be more interesting if I had sold 100,000 of the same novel but what the flipping farp am I complaining about? The Bubba series and the Lake People series seem to be gaining in popularity. Incidentally, I sell much better on B&N than on Amazon and I can't quite figure it out. I look at figures and occasionally Google the names of the books because it seems like someone must have recommended it to someone else. There's a whole lot of word of mouth going on. (THANK YOU TO ALL THOSE FOLKS WHO TOLD SOMEONE ELSE! YOU ROCK! NO, REALLY, YOU ROCK!) There's some luck involved and some serendipity, too. There's also the emerging market of ereaders and there's the Internet which obviously has tainted most of us. (I can't imagine what it must be like without my Android, my laptop, and my Kindle, not necessarily in that order.) (I would probably sit on the ground and eat dirt and cry big gooey tears, but I may be digressing again.)
I'm going to talk about ebook sales in a few months to a group of people and I'm going to tell them, "You can do it, too," which I believe, but lord a writer has to be persistent. Do these would-be authors really want to hear how many years I've slaved away at writing? (Seriously putting myself out there since 1997, although I've been writing books since I was 14.) Do they want to hear I went through two literary agents? (I dumped the first one and the second one dumped me, which really makes me want to email the second one and write, "Nanny-nanny-doo-doo.") Do they want to hear that I've lost count of the number of manuscripts I've got lurking around? (At least twenty, maybe twenty-five, some of them are complete crap-o-rama?)
|I recycled a pumpkin illustration/drawing from an old blog, but hey|
it totally works.
No, I don't think they want to hear that. I really hope they don't want to hear "It's easy!" The horrific truth is that I work harder at writing and the business of writing now than I ever did before. Networking. Doing financial records. Website. Facebook. Blog. Writing. Working with an editor/proofreader. (I luv my editor/proofreader. She's my angel.) Working with a cover designer on some of the novels.
|Okay I recycled again but I love using this one.|
Recently I boo-booed (boo-booed being a highly literate and technical term for f**king up) and called one character by the wrong first name. I won't say who but it was a minor character. My editor/proofreader caught it in Brownie and the Dame. Unfortunately I had put it incorrectly in my Bubba World document. Therefore on my big list of Things To Fix, I have to go back and change the character's name to the right one in Bubba and the 12 Deadly Days of Christmas and Bubba and the Missing Woman. Que bummer. (A LOT of characters running around = oopsy-daisy.)
(A note to the person who complained there wasn't enough Bubba and Willodean in Brownie and the Dame: the novella was about Brownie. It wasn't called Bubba and the Dame for a reason. Fret not, however, more Bubba in the fall. And I've got a great plot idea in mind for it. GREAT!)
Let's see, where is this train of thought going? Writing, teaching a class, bitching about someone who complained about Brownie, and whatnot. (Would you rather me rant about home improvement again? Because there's a great story about the last toilet we installed and the water fall we had in OUR KITCHEN! I thought readers might be tired of my DIY woes.)
Anyway, sales = good. Fans' word of mouth = wondrous sparkling rainbows of joy. Teaching people how to make E-sales = possibly interesting or life threatening depending on one's point of view. HI (AKA Home Improvement) = re-doing the popcorn ceiling in the kitchen because the people who put the second tile floor in the upstairs bathroom didn't raise the toilet flange up to the level of the floor. Okay, I couldn't help myself, it slipped right in there, didn't it? (How can I not write about HIM screaming up the stairs to shut off the water supply to the upstairs toilet "RIGHT NOW! RIGHT NOW! RIGHT NOW!" Him used my rice cooker to catch the dripping water and now I have to buy a new rice cooker. I liked that rice cooker but ewww.)