Yesterday was a roller coaster. 1277 people took a free kindle version of Children of Fire. That blows my 50 sales out of the water. It feels like I’m holding my breath now, waiting for some sort of feedback – a review, a Facebook like, screams of anguish in the streets, something. Even if only a fraction of those 1277 decide to read it I’ll have expanded my reader base dramatically. It’s unreal to think that the story I was scribbling down on notebook paper in high school now has that many potential readers out there who think the stuff that comes out of my head is worth space on their kindle. If any of those people ever read this: I am honored, truly.
Today looks pretty busy, as does my next month. April has zoomed by and it’s all I can do to remind myself that I have to get stuff done soon or it’s not happening. Unfortunately I’ve been up since the crack of dawn because of allergies, and nothing about that is motivating. Something about Sundays in general make me want to sit around doing nothing. I’m also sitting here straining to remember the awesome ideas I had for writing late last night as I was trying to fall asleep. Thanks a lot, brain. I probably should have gotten up and written it all down when I thought of it, but maybe it was just my sleep-deprived mind that thought the wording was so perfect and I’m better off wondering about it now.
Seriously, though. It was good.