So now that Triad is available in print, I have a new obsession.
Like most writers, I had no way of knowing how well my books were doing until I got my sales numbers a month later. So I had to just pretend not to be concerned and do the work of getting the word out there that I had a book released.
But with ebay, you can see the numbers changing as the books get bought. Oh, this is a bad thing. Well no, it’s a good thing, it helps my little control freak problem with the instant gratification of seeing results there on the screen. I have limited myself to checking only once a day, LOL.
This isn’t about money, although I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t nice to have monetary compensation for the worlds I create in my head. No, this is me just giddy about people wanting to read my books. Me excited that my books are in your homes, in your hands on the bus or in your window seats on a rainy Sunday afternoon. It means so much to me. I’ve been in a state of Sally Fieldsesque bliss for months, “you like me, you really like me!” keeps running through my head.
I’m off to not watch any episodes of Laguna Beach today. This show is like Homer’s forbidden donut to me. I chide myself not to watch but it’s like crack. It’s shallow deliciousness in all its glory. Silly girls with too little body fat and too much money and time on their hands, boys with too much testosterone and money chasing them and being chased. Oh. It’s glorious to a snarky girl like me.