Breaking into the small time

I try not to get too fixated by my book sales, but recently I sold my ten-thousandth book, which qualifies me to be called a successful indie author.

Of course, saying you are a successful indie author is akin to saying you have been the Employee of the Month for a company that went out of business. What I call the fruits of a writing career, Stephen King calls a slow week.

But I have to remind myself that there are herds of writers less fortunate than myself.

And I have to remember that there were ten thousand people out there who risked their hard-earned cash on my books. And that some regretted the purchase.

I don’t know if I’ll ever be more than an indie author, but it is further than I thought I would get, and further than most get, and I am happy to have reached this landmark.