A. This is way overdue.
B. This is a true story.
So. After I published my
first “second” book The White House Files I experienced the normal anticipation, hope, excitement, etc… as everyone else.
Would it be a best seller? Would it make me a millionaire? Would I be able to quit my job and never have to work again? You get the idea (and spoiler alert… none of the above happened).
In fact. Sales were pretty slow. Trickling in, every so often there would be a sale here… a sale there… a page read or so… and then another…until nothing….
Enough to where one night… after a long (very long) day at work. I was sitting on the couch and the husband asked me… so how is the book going.
ME: ugh. not well.
Husband: Have you sold any?
Me: A few. But not as many as I would have liked.
Me: Yeah. (*in a sad, slightly depressed tone*)
And that was pretty much my opinion of the whole thing. “Oh”… aka… why did I even bother. I probably would have been better off doing something else with my time. Anything else with my time. Other than writing.
But. To prove to my husband, just how much my book wasn’t selling I decided to log into my amazon publishing account (which I had finally stopped checking because you… it was depressing).
I’m not exaggerating on that point. It was seriously depressing. I had been checking it every day. Maybe every hour. You know…. just in case something happened. So just imagine how long it took me to hit the point where I had no hope.
A fairly long time.
So we are there… A fairly long time past when I had published my book. Little to no sales… and I’m having to admit that to my husband… My book…. wasn’t selling. In short. Things could be better.
And to prove the point. About how I wasn’t selling any books. I log into my Amazon author page….
The next words out of my mouth… Holy Shit.
I wish it hadn’t of been a cuss word. Because then I would have to be relaying it to you here…. but it was.
Mainly because I couldn’t think of anything else to say.
I had logged in expecting nothing. Zero sales. Zero page reads. Nothing.
But what I saw was a bar graph with a huge spike in the middle.
And by huge I mean 100x larger than usual.
Which. 100×0… I think you can figure it out.
So I involuntarily cried out. “Holy shit”.
Me: nothing (shocked silence)
Husband: (increasingly alarmed) WHAT?
Me: Hold on.
Me: I sold some books.
I had sold some books. As in more books than I had sold in the entire time that the book had been published. Out of nowhere even. That morning in fact.
My book report page… which had been at a steady zero had all of a sudden started to resemble a normal graph. (If you can consider a huge spike in the middle of nothing to be a normal graph). Which was great. Awesome even. Except I had absolutely no idea why. None. It’s not as if I wasn’t curious. I mean who wouldn’t been if their book all of a sudden started selling significantly more than it ever had been before (aka more than none).
Nothing. I found nothing. In fact it took a couple of days before I finally found it. Ernest Dempsey. Sure I had heard of him. I had seen his books in the same categories as the ones I was hoping to end up in. But I didn’t think he knew who I was. Apparently he did. Not only did he know who I was. But he had featured me on his blog.
I don’t even know how to describe how amazing this was/is. It is something that will stay with me forever. I had lost hope. I really thought that there wasn’t any point in writing or publishing anymore. I mean clearly I wasn’t getting anywhere. Until I was. And I was, because of Ernest Dempsey.
So, if you ever wonder why this series continues… it is because of this author. And if you ever wonder if other authors support other authors… they do.
*This Thank You and story is long overdue (kids/job/life/etc) but seriously thanks. And anyone reading this. I haven’t had the chance yet to read any of Ernest Dempsey’s books (not for lack of wanting but… sleep deprivation. I fall asleep every time I try to read anything)… but nevertheless I reccomend anything and everything he ever has or ever will write. 🙂