How’s the free book promotion going?

Very well, thank you, over a hundred downloads so far.  I’ll keep you posted, no worries.  First book, new author, no reviews, and yet, already a hundred downloads.  So there is hope I think.  I was worried that, it being my first book etc, that maybe I would be unfindable.  Too many books, too many choices.  Maybe just the sheer amount of books would wash mine away to the pit of no mans land.

But I have been found.  And I will be quite fine at this.  Just give it some time.

I keep thinking about my house that I want to buy.

The walls, the floors, the doors, the ceilings.  I am going to make something amazing out of it.

But, not yet.  Because, I don’t own it yet.  My impatience for such things is short.  I am ready to move yesterday.  I need to stop baking pies and start cooking stories.  Stop baking pies and start painting walls.  Stop baking pies and start flooring.

Stop lingering where I shouldn’t be and stepping towards where I should be.

The thing is, you have to try things.  You have to try things.  And fail at them, and learn from them, and try something smarter and better.  Be fearless.  Keep going.  Don’t worry.  You’ll learn.  So try I do, and try I must.  And soon, soon I will succeed at whatever it is I am doing.  I will succeed by my definition, nobody else’s.

I have been so many things in these short years.  Mathematician, chicken farmer, seamstress, button salesmen, secretary, pie maker, farmer, and now author.  I am not afraid to keep trying.  I know what I am looking for.  I think that’s the point.  I already know what I am looking for.  I’m just finding a way to do it.  Writing has felt the most… the most closest.  So let’s give it a go.  I gotta get the pies off my back so I can really try it.  It’s been frustrating to farm and pie full time.  It’s more work then money.  I don’t mind work.  Really, I chose this.  I choose working.  But I dislike the unfair trade of hours to pay.  Writing you say may also be unfair to me.  That is true.  But it is less demanding and more demanding simulateously.

Front load the work.  Write the book, then wait for the pay.  But don’t stop.  Dont’ write one.  Writing one is a waste.  Write ten.  And then success will start creeping at you.  That’s my theory.  Write ten.  Write twenty.  Write a hundred.

But don’t stop at one like some lost kitten who thinks they can win the lottery with just one game, just one ticket.

Your odds of making a living with books is much better then the lottery by the way.  Maybe you suck and all you can possible make is 5k per book.  And I mean, over the lifetime of your sales.  So, you gotta write ten a year just to make it work, and you aren’t even paid for the first year.

Or maybe you are better then average and you only need to write five a year.

Maybe you are spectacularly talented and people love you.  Maybe you are.  Maybe you just write a book a year and that’s enough to buy a big house and feed your people.

Me?  I’m new.  And who knows if I am loveable or not.  Nobody can tell you that.  Sales tell you that.  I gotta write ten.  Or twenty, or fifty.

But it’s okay. It’s okay to work hard.  Just don’t stop at one book.  Just don’t finish ten and see if you can hack it.