The world of Publishing is a very difficult place to be. One would think that world-wide sales would make it easier; however, that is one thing that doesn’t make much of a difference. Nothing seems to work and the only one ho really even cares about the sales numbers is the author. I have sold way fewer than I ever dreamed I would. I thought everyone read, not so true.
When I found out my first book had been accepted for publication, I did not have dreams of a bestseller or fame; I mostly experienced relief. While I’d published in magazines and anthologies, suddenly there was a book of my own.
There was the sheer, beginning thrill of finally feeling like an author, and then there was the reality of how other folks, people who are not writers, ask about it.
“So, how many books have you sold?” a typical conversation might start.
It’s a hard question to answer. It’s tempting to tell the truth (south of a thousand), and it’s tempting to dodge, oh, it’s not so much about sales, and it’s also tempting to outright lie and say something about how the publisher handles all that, how you’re not really involved, how you only think about it when you get a royalty check.
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