So when I first decided to write my novel, I really wasn’t too concerned about getting a lot of sales. I had read lots of articles about being an Indie Writer. Some success stories, but also a lot of testimonials about having your book disappear into the digital nether world.
I told myself that I’d be completely content if just one person read my book and told me it had impacted them. I really cherish each individual review that I get. It makes my day, my week, my month :-). It’s nice knowing that some how the world that I imagined in my crazy little head has impacted the life of someone else.
But then I woke up this morning at #27 in the Cyberpunk Category. It really doesn’t mean much, since this is a very obscure and niche category. But that number. Oh, it’s so tantalizing. So close to the Top Ten. Does it really mean anything? No, it really doesn’t. It doesn’t make my writing any better. It doesn’t make me a better person. And it sure as hell doesn’t mean I am now set for life. lol. At this point, I am still losing money on this novel (if you consider how many Starbucks and Dunkin Donuts coffees) I’ve paid for while writing and running this blog and just learning how to be social networking savvy, while also trying to avoid being labeled as a spammer.
I guess what I’m trying to say by this rant is that it is very difficult being an Indie Writer. One of the reasons, I like writing is because it allows me to hide away in the world of my imagination and dream. Trying to wear a marketers hat just doesn’t fit very well. And I don’t want to lose track of why I began The Sity in the first place. It certainly wasn’t to chase superficial rankings. It wasn’t to pretend to be famous.
It was because I care about the characters in my head and I felt they really needed to be let out.
Ok, time to quit blogging and to get back to being a writer. 🙂