I sort of wish Amazon didn’t let me track book sales. Sort of. I’m actually glad they do, but it is an emotional roller coaster ride that I’m not really used to experiencing.
From Feb 18th until last weekend I had my first novel on a countdown deal, and it sold really well. Twenty-six copies during that time. But then the 23rd got here, the day after the deal was over. Zero sales. “Gah!” I thought. “I’m done, everyone who wants it got it those few days and now I’m a goner.”
I resigned myself to that fate.
But no, four copies sold today so far. “Whew!” I said to my dog, because I talk to my dog a lot, “It looks like there are still people out there who want to read my stories about torturing some poor woman as she becomes the savior of humanity.”
Naturally he looked at me and groaned, which is a sound sort of like a chain saw in slow motion. “r-r-r-r-r-r-r-rr-r-r-rrrrr”. Without moving from his spot, and sometimes without even opening his eyes.
“I know, right Jake?” I agree. “Awesome.”
Anyway, the emotions of being an author can be pretty wild.