Did I actually just talk on Twitter about my writing
process? Did I seriously answer questions? Oh my god. I think I did. Holy shit.
o:
Hello, hello and welcome back to my blog. Didja miss me? I
bet ya didn’t! I’m writing this blogpost while internetless at my dad’s for the
holiday weekend (watching kitties, it’s fun! And productive! And filled with
fictional zombies and freaking out.) And I simply must say that I’m starting to
wonder if all this recent attention means I’m about to hit it moderately big. Well
maybe not big.
Maybe big like my massive cat? (Fun fact about that cat: his
original name was gonna be Alfie. No, I’m not a Weird Al fan or anything. Not
at all…) Or big like a day where I don’t roll my ankle and almost fall into
oncoming traffic while trying to walk? Let’s call it that.
I know it’s not a lot to freak out about, but last month I
sold 22 e-books on amazon. This month so far (as of 7/3) I’ve sold 8. I’ve also
written three things (and released all three) in the past week, and I will
probably have more to release in the next week or two.
I’ve also been trying to come to terms with the realization
that people actually read my stuff now. I mean, it might not be in the same
ballpark as the readership Amanda Hocking has, or even anywhere near any given
blogger’s base readership, but I have come to realize I have a fan base, albeit
quite small.
This both terrifies and pleases the shit out of me.
Terrifies because I know that a fan base means that I’m going to start getting
bad reviews with greater frequency as my stuff faces more exposure. Pleases
because I know that it’s the start of something bigger and better, and I can’t
wait to push it on to the next level.
It also makes me kinda sad because my mom isn’t still around
to see this. I don’t think she thought I’d ever amount to anything in the
writing world. Yet here I am, in the second month of what I usually considered
to be the slowest months of the year for book sales (June, July, and September
have been the WORST in both 2011 and 2012 for me, yielding exactly 0 book
sales, while January and May have generally been the best).
I don’t want to be one of those unapproachable people with a
fan base. I want to be that one who actively talks to and interacts with their
fans. Like, even if it keeps me from doing the things I love for a while. I
think I’d rather answer fanmail than write a sequel to a book, to be honest.
Not that a sequel for (insert book here) wouldn’t eventually happen anyway…
It’s probably the worst timing ever to realize you actually
met your idol, it actually happened and it wasn’t a dream, when you’re driving.
At reasonably high speeds. In traffic. I sobbed. In an ice cream truck. Beat
that for weirdness, eh.
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