Another frustrating aspect of being a midlist writer
Earlier tonight, I had occasion to go into my local Barnes & Noble store. While there, I fell victim to a trap that ensnares many writers: I walked back to the SF section to see how many of my books were in stock.
Remember that on May 29, about nine weeks ago, No Going Back appeared. That novel was, I believe, my best to date, and all the reviews of it--few though they may be--have been glowing. So, I thought there was a decent chance my local store would have one or two on the shelves.
Nope. No copies of No Going Back. Nada. I have five novels out, and all that my local store had on offer was a single paperback copy of Children No More.
This kind of information is deeply demoralizing, but it is also beyond my control. As I have to remind myself constantly, all I can do is write the best books I can.
Still, this sucks.
Remember that on May 29, about nine weeks ago, No Going Back appeared. That novel was, I believe, my best to date, and all the reviews of it--few though they may be--have been glowing. So, I thought there was a decent chance my local store would have one or two on the shelves.
Nope. No copies of No Going Back. Nada. I have five novels out, and all that my local store had on offer was a single paperback copy of Children No More.
This kind of information is deeply demoralizing, but it is also beyond my control. As I have to remind myself constantly, all I can do is write the best books I can.
Still, this sucks.
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