I have two names for last Saturday: Black Saturday & The Day The Music Died.
That day, I had a choice – to attend a self-publishing seminar (which promised all manner of tools to boost my sales) or go, as planned, to a day of ‘play’ through art. I debated. Who doesn’t want to boost their sales? On the other hand, I had promised to support a friend who was running an art workshop; I did not want to let her down. In the end, I chose friendship and fun. That’s the resulting masterpiece, right there.
On Saturday night, as though the Universe, infuriated by my choice, struck with a spectacular bolt of lightening. My sales – yes, all of them, tanked. Died. Overnight. If only I hadn’t missed that talk on algorithms. Or that discussion about how an author upped her sales to 70,000 with secret know-how. My masterpiece was no comfort.
A week later, still in silent shock, I went on to amazon.com to see if there had been any improvement. Like battle-weary soldiers, my babies were limping along. Then, I spied, like a spring flower popping up out of the ground, this review. My little flattened heart began to reinflate. It even soared a little. Here was the reminder that I needed that is not all about sales and algorithms and results, it’s about reaching people and THAT is why I write.
So, thank you, Linda Brooks, whoever you are, for sharing the love – and to all readers who take the time to do so. I hope you realise the impact that you can have.