Here is the number one thing I’ve learned since publishing MYRIDDIA. It’s a numbers game like any other business. I’ve become OCD about watching reports on this platform, that platform, driving myself mad over every spike and dip.
The truth is while I researched and read and read, and read, in search of the right things to do when publishing, the things I should never do, it still didn’t prepare me for the stark reality of a day when there is not a single sale.
It’s a numbers game in terms of financial success, but the lack of sales is also a hit to the writer’s soul. Why do we do this, spend hours of our lives tucked away from the world, creating new worlds, if not to share them, to revel in the knowledge that someone else might come along on the adventure and have a great time.
A writer spends months crafting this story, agonizing over every paragraph and then spends weeks chopping it up, agonizing even more over which words to cut, because let’s face it, there are always precious words to cut. When finally the work is done, you put it out there and you wait, hoping to see it soar, not unlike the first time you watch your child charge off to Kindergarten.
And, those first few days are ripe with sales, because hello sister, hello friend, and perhaps friend of friend. But, then the newness is gone, and quite suddenly is it gone, at that, and you are left with just yourself and this work, waiting for the real public to take notice. You’re waiting for each increase of a book sold, daring to hope for a review that, if not ripe with accolades, conveys the real enjoyment of the reader.
That’s all we really want. That, and to send our kids to college like any other parent.