So anyway, here we are. 115 days. I didn't get to the 300 sales mark I was shooting for. Maybe I didn't publicize enough. Maybe I'm not a savvy marketeer. Maybe the book wasn't engaging.
But I did make it to 108. Which isn't half bad.
I had a long chat with Ozzie Chick a couple weeks ago about my motivations behind this book. Once upon a time, it was just about writing it. I was going to put pen to paper, give it a go, and stick it in a drawer. Honestly, I never thought I would actually finish it.
Then, I got caught up in the excitement of it all. I had visions of living the life of a writer. Of leaving the office behind and setting up shop at café tables with a Moleskine and a chewed-up pen.
But that, too, passed. Realism kicked in. And then I thought long and hard about what I wanted and realized what mattered the most was that people read it. Read something I had created. Something I had brought into being from nothing. Something that was just mine, that someone else could make theirs.
And it happened. 108 people took my story into their lives, even if only briefly.
I'm happy with that.
And now that these 100 days of Kindle publishing are over, my baby starts a new phase as a printed book. It may not be everything I dreamed of, but it's pretty close.
|The create-space e-store for In the Past Imperfect|