From zero to five...

Last night in between washing chicken guts off of the cutting board and drying a mixing bowl, I checked KDP to see if I had any new pages read on Kindle Unlimited. To my surprise, I had my first copy purchased and fifty more pages read. I turned to my husband and scrambled my words together, trying to tell him how much it meant to me that people were willing to read my book, to buy it even! That there were five people out there, willing to risk receiving potentially abundant and (abundantly) annoying emails from me, just because they liked my book enough.

I know it's not much, but as someone who attempted the traditional publishing route and often got pretty discouraging writing feedback in school, it's refreshing to see that people out there are reading my stuff (not by academic assignment, but by choice), and liking it, at least enough to finish it or to see what else I might write in the future. You can bitch and moan and preach, preach, preach about what it means to write something literary, but when it comes down to it, it's all about whether or not people want to read your work.

So thank you, all five of you, wherever you are. You gave me the encouragement I was looking for with self-publishing. You're with me on this journey, and trust me, we're only getting started.