Today I had another reader come up and tell me how much they enjoyed my book and what a good read it was. Secretly a little part of me was thrilled. I've had a few such comments since I published Witch on the Warpath. It's nice to know my writing has merit and a few have decided to tip their proverbial toe in the water and take a chance on an unknown author - thank you to those of you that have.
A number of folk, you shall not be named and shamed, informed me some months ago "of course I don't buy books now I have a kindle. When its published on kindle I'll shall purchase it then."
So I did, and it wasn't easy, and in the three weeks since it's been out there as a kindle novel I've sold a staggering amount of copies = 1.
I say staggering, but I'm sure there's another word I'm looking for and just can't my tongue on, which is surprising since I'm apparently supposed to be an author.
Do I sound a wee bit jaded? I think I might be. It's so hard going up against the big boys in the industry - who have nothing to fear from me. I suppose I naively thought I might make a tiny dent on their fence.
Am I disheartened? Tonight maybe, but I fear this is the writers life as I may have mentioned before.
Tonight I'm finding it hard to find the motivation to continue polishing the next ten chapters of my novel Aquasapien ready for my proof editor Graham to process. I was pleased to find that in a couple of places I'd fallen into reading the story instead of critically reviewing it. I'm hoping that's a good sign and not just me inheriting my parents dementia early.
As a footnote, thank you to Amazon for putting my 2 reviews back online, I do appreciate it. Especially since I haven't paid someone anonymous to review my work as a few others do and get away with it.