This month has been a month of flukes for me. From having my only 10 sale month on Amazon -- after 3 years -- to seeing the first 5 books in the Forgestriker series selling on one day.
Another fluke was ten days ago I had three successive days with over 3,000 posts read. The score for this week is less than 300, a score I used to think of as a daily score.
I came to the decision -- one I should have taken months ago -- to quit ahead. In April I had a fantastic month -- 28 sales at B&N -- I hoped to sell 20 last month and didn't. This month I cut the total to 10. I finally achieved my monthly target, because I cut the target to 5.
If you look at my sales for the year so far -- 75+ -- they look good on the surface. Alas, with books on Amazon and B&N the total of books on sale is 60, so, the 75 sales works down to littte more than a sale per book. Deduct 35 for Forgestriker and 15 for the 1st & 3rd books in the series and we get nothing. Most of my books don't sell and will be coming down soon.
Some people will say, taking them down will make sure they won't sell. Most of the books have been on sale over a year and many as long as two years. Last year I spent writing and editing A Sailor's Love. Many people said they would buy it, none did. A year's work for less than a $1.
Some will say if I hang on this might be my year. I am writing a story for the BBC at the moment, three of the Chronicles of Mark Johnson stories are to come out in print in a new anthology soon and I am writing the sequel, which won't be coming out. The award winning book hasn't sold in almost two years, why would I think the sequel will do better?
I waited and watched and many things became clear to me. Good writing doesn't count any more. If you have the money to blast your book, it will sell, perhaps it won't make a best seller, but it WILL sell. Believe me, I was asked to review books in the last three years which you would cringe at reading.
Hard as it is to swallow, I will be closing the blog soon. The reason is nobody is reading it, this is my fault. In recent times I had a lot of tough calls to make and it forced readers away.
I am sorry that I can't tell you good news, but I don't have any to tell. Life as a bottom feeder, begging for nickels & dimes for months of work is depressing.