This beautiful sunset image, which was created for me by a former friend in London is apt for my situation.
To my eyes, the rocks on the left appear as a dying dinosaur and that is how I see my work, like this dinosaur we are becoming extinct-I tried but I cannot force sales-and I am not like many writers who thrive on forcing the new books at you 24/7.
I have done the hard sell and I felt horrid afterwards, the vast number of readers for the blog (over 300 a day) show I must have been doing something good-or was it because this is free-I speak in the past tense as soon there will be no more.
Friends keep telling me that it can take up to ten years to gain recognition, but to keep going you need faith-where I once had faith, now is desolation-I never wanted a lot, but obviously my expectations of my ability to write a story exceeded my abilities to write.
I have been told there is a growing fan base in the USA for my stories-that may be true-but it is as yet unproven to me as sales over the last year have fallen consistently, to the point I no long care what happens on Amazon after December, as I won't be putting any more e-books there.
Come Christmas I need to evaluate the worth of the blog and its validity, whereas you are getting FREE reads every day, I need to consider expenses and with a laptop which is barely coping with my work and a defunct printer-neither of which I can afford to replace-some things will need to be cut.
The short straw is I need to validate to myself the value of the blog and other than giving you free reads each day this in something I have a problem with.
The concept of the blog was to aid sales for e-books, an idea which over the months has proven to be fatally flawed. The idea of the e-book sales was to help me decide if it was a viable option to try to fulfil a dream I had since school and again this plan proved nothing short of a total disaster.