What Goes Around

Not sure what to call this: idiotic? tragic? karmic? So my novel St Francis Of Dogtown came out in February, just in time for signings and readings to be derailed by Covid. But I did get through 2 events before things were postponed indefinitely. So be it. Since I am an Indie author and contract with the shops and stores to sell my book, I approached all the bookshops and newsstands in the St Louis metro area. All but one agreed to carry it, probably the best known bookstore, the darling of local bookstores. I asked why, was told: "Come on, Wm., you know we don't carry your work. It doesn't sell." Okay. But the novel HAS DONE WELL, beyond my expectations, gotten great reviews locally, nationally and across the pond. The first run had sold out by June and sales are now in the second printing. Yet, this bookstore, which does not support local authors--at least thislocal author--is asking for contributions to keep afloat. No, I am not gloating, just scratching my head in wonder.