I'm in a bad mood today. This whole writing this can be rough on the self-confidence sometimes. I've made a habit of trying to relay my sales data since I started. I look at it as sort of a monthly report card for my "public" company. (That isn't to say there's stock or anything, just that I'm out there for people to see). A lot of it stems from wanting to commiserate with others, I guess. We're all sort of in this boat together, and y'all may be able to learn from what I'm doing right/wrong (today is one of those days when it feels I'm all "wrong"). I know I'm certainly learning from you.
With that firmly ensconced in my mind, here's the skinny: I sold one book the entire month of October. One. Uno. Eins. (And I've exhausted my languages). I feel like that's just awful. Ironically (or not, I don't know), that one sale came through Smashwords through the iBookstore. Didn't really expect to sell much there, but, woot, it's keeping me afloat.
I sold zero through Amazon. Zero. It's freaking Amazon. I think they sell copies of Ode To Horse Manure each month. (Seriously, I hope that's not a book). Talk about a hit to the confidence. What sort of shit am I shoveling?
This is where rational thought should intrude and assert itself. I'm basically not promoting. I'm trying hard to write more, because one book is really a pitiful offering. No one reads/follows an author with one book. Even if it was hitting huge, then I'd be the literary equivalent of Right Said Fred. (I'm too sexy for my second book?) That's not the kind of success I'm looking for. It's a marathon, not a sprint. [Insert other unhelpful platitudes here.]
I probably need to do things like tweak the cover and work on my description. That bugs me though. Then it feels like I'm trying to "pull one over" on people. I don't want to be a Tupperware salesman. I want my books to sell magically. (Where did that rational thought go?) Plus, doing these things takes away from my meager writing time. This whole doing a 9-5 day job AND trying to successfully navigate the Wild West of indie publishing is freaking hard. There's so much you could be doing, and so little time to do it.
I know, I know. I'm just whining. Better writers than me have struggled and surmounted far larger odds. Many of you handle a whole bunch of stuff gracefully day in and day out. I just wanted to bitch today. Likely, we all have those days where we sit down with ourselves and think: "What we were thinking... we suck, Selves. There are so many of them, and they're so much better than us. And you know next to nobody in this big mixed up world. Go back to your farm and milk cows. The big city is no place for you."
Now, I know there will be people out there reading this and thinking: "Well no shit. What did you think it would be easy? Put on your big boy businessman pants. Writing is about $$, not about <3." It's true, this is a business. There really aren't shortcuts, and it does take some luck no matter what you do. Perseverance is the name of the game. You have to be like Rocky and take a whole bunch of punches to tire the other guy out and then, maybe, you get yours.
I'm okay with that. I knew what I was getting into when embarking on this whole journey. I just wanted to rant. Writing is cathartic. It's who I am, it's what I'll keep doing even if no one pays me a dime to do it and everyone everywhere says I suck and pulps every hard drive that ever stored my ebook in order to print more copies of the hugely successful, aforementioned diatribe on equine dung. (I realize you can't pulp hard drives to make print books. That would be the ultimate slap in the eface, though, wouldn't it?)
Bah. Okay. That's it. Sorry for the rant, but it's going to happen sometimes. Like I said, I'm in a bad mood. Hopefully you got a chuckle out of my misery. That's okay, yuck it up. I laugh at myself too. If you can't laugh at yourself... and all that. Laugh, get it out, move on., work harder, keep your eye on the goals:
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With that firmly ensconced in my mind, here's the skinny: I sold one book the entire month of October. One. Uno. Eins. (And I've exhausted my languages). I feel like that's just awful. Ironically (or not, I don't know), that one sale came through Smashwords through the iBookstore. Didn't really expect to sell much there, but, woot, it's keeping me afloat.
I sold zero through Amazon. Zero. It's freaking Amazon. I think they sell copies of Ode To Horse Manure each month. (Seriously, I hope that's not a book). Talk about a hit to the confidence. What sort of shit am I shoveling?
This is where rational thought should intrude and assert itself. I'm basically not promoting. I'm trying hard to write more, because one book is really a pitiful offering. No one reads/follows an author with one book. Even if it was hitting huge, then I'd be the literary equivalent of Right Said Fred. (I'm too sexy for my second book?) That's not the kind of success I'm looking for. It's a marathon, not a sprint. [Insert other unhelpful platitudes here.]
I probably need to do things like tweak the cover and work on my description. That bugs me though. Then it feels like I'm trying to "pull one over" on people. I don't want to be a Tupperware salesman. I want my books to sell magically. (Where did that rational thought go?) Plus, doing these things takes away from my meager writing time. This whole doing a 9-5 day job AND trying to successfully navigate the Wild West of indie publishing is freaking hard. There's so much you could be doing, and so little time to do it.
I know, I know. I'm just whining. Better writers than me have struggled and surmounted far larger odds. Many of you handle a whole bunch of stuff gracefully day in and day out. I just wanted to bitch today. Likely, we all have those days where we sit down with ourselves and think: "What we were thinking... we suck, Selves. There are so many of them, and they're so much better than us. And you know next to nobody in this big mixed up world. Go back to your farm and milk cows. The big city is no place for you."
Now, I know there will be people out there reading this and thinking: "Well no shit. What did you think it would be easy? Put on your big boy businessman pants. Writing is about $$, not about <3." It's true, this is a business. There really aren't shortcuts, and it does take some luck no matter what you do. Perseverance is the name of the game. You have to be like Rocky and take a whole bunch of punches to tire the other guy out and then, maybe, you get yours.
I'm okay with that. I knew what I was getting into when embarking on this whole journey. I just wanted to rant. Writing is cathartic. It's who I am, it's what I'll keep doing even if no one pays me a dime to do it and everyone everywhere says I suck and pulps every hard drive that ever stored my ebook in order to print more copies of the hugely successful, aforementioned diatribe on equine dung. (I realize you can't pulp hard drives to make print books. That would be the ultimate slap in the eface, though, wouldn't it?)
Bah. Okay. That's it. Sorry for the rant, but it's going to happen sometimes. Like I said, I'm in a bad mood. Hopefully you got a chuckle out of my misery. That's okay, yuck it up. I laugh at myself too. If you can't laugh at yourself... and all that. Laugh, get it out, move on., work harder, keep your eye on the goals:
- Lesson Learned - Ode to Horse Manure is a cowboy poem. Manly Poetry Man is a hilarious idea. Kudos. Also, a bag of manure exceeds my Amazon sales rank. I knew it. (Now, the comparison is unfair, I'm sure, because the manure market is less niche... or something. Also, fortunately, B&N doesn't sell manure.)
- WIP Pages - 7/6. Can I finish this book already? So. Many. Words. I'm sure at least half of them are unnecessary. (I'm FailAuthor today, remember? Everything I touch is doomed to fail... want a courtesy read?)
- Blogging - 4/3 there and 3/3 here. If consistency were book sales, I wouldn't be in this predicament. Not sure what the conversion factor would be, though. Oh, I knocked out the monthly personal post as well. Great bit about how making a sandwich can be hard when you're depressed.
Some words happened:
- Project Fiction: 2,611
- Since last check in: 6,478
- Grand Total for Round 4: 27,756
That is all.