The good news is that on 30 August I sold the 100th copy of my second novel, Too Close; the bad news is that on 30 August I sold the 100th copy of my second novel, Too Close.
As you can tell from the graphic above, I have mixed feelings about reaching this milestone.
On the one hand — woo hoo, 100 copies were sold! And no more than 10 were to people who have an association with me, which means 90 total strangers paid money for my novel. That’s worth celebrating.
On the other hand — it took a year and a half to sell 100 copies. How pathetic is that? Does it sound the death knell for Too Close of death by disinterest, a slow trickle of ever-decreasing monthly sales?
I remind myself that I am a self-published author with a marketing budget of exactly $0. It’s hardly surprising that so few people have bought the book, because so few people know it exists.
After a few hours of vacillating between being pleased and being depressed, I came to a decision about how to regard reaching that milestone. The image below should give you a clue.
By the way, that 100th copy was a Kindle version sold on amazon.ca, so I’d like to say “thank you” to that unknown Canadian — and to the other 99 people around the world who have also bought Too Close.