I went offline last night earlier than usual (I don’t really believe in the Rapture, but just in case I didn’t want to go out without having seen the latest episode of House, you know?) so I didn’t post my numbers.
Well, let me just tell you that my sales were dismal yesterday. I blame the upcoming apocalypse. Who wants to spend money on ebooks when they are soon to be fighting for their very lives? Not very man, evidently. The exact number I sold was 2. All day. My rankings were higher than I ever saw them. At one point I was in the #18ks.
I’ll post my end of the day totals later, but so far I’m already up to 50 US, 2 UK = #13,947. That’s 4 sales already this morning. Double yesterday’s sales. LOL, like that’s hard to do. But still I’ll take it. Courtney Cole mentioned to me that she’d read a couple of places that most indie books don’t even sell 100 copies. I’m already halfway there within the first week. I’m desperately hoping that this is a sign that I can have a viable career as an author because that’s what I’m working hard towards.
I’ve been giving this a lot of thought and I want to give back to the indie community that’s given me so much support. I’ve already bought more books than I can realistically read any time soon, but that feels like so little. I’ve found a little group of readers here. Most of you probably stick around in the hopes that I’ll post more stupid photos of myself (I will, it’s inevitable). But that’s ok! The fact of the matter is that if you’re here and reading no matter what your motivation (porn mongers!) you can help me in my endeavor to support indie publishing.
Starting on Monday I’m going to give you the literary equivalent of a dinner and a movie. We’ll call it an Interview and an Excerpt. I’ll start with Courtney, after I let her know she’s up and we’ll see who I can turn up after that. If you are an indie writer who’d like to be interviewed (or write a guest post, I’m down for that too), shoot me an email at wrenemerson(at)gmail(dot)com. I don’t care what kind of fiction you write, I’m not concerned with being genre specific. I expect my questions to be more writing/publishing specific than about your books. You see, I haven’t actually written any yet so I think come Monday we’ll both be in for a surprise.
Ah, here we go. A quick search of my phone and I found an appropriately dumb looking photo that I’ve put on Instagram in the past. I enjoy making ironic kissy face photos to no end. I don’t do them very well. Or else I do them really awesome. It depends on how much you like your kissy faces to look like the person making them is fighting constipation. Coupled with the lack of make up and unpainted fingernails and you’ve pretty much just been given a snapshot into my life.