No More Diapers

Today marks one year since I unleashed BLOODLINES upon an unsuspecting world.

The results?

Remarkable.

My wife will tell you I expected, at most, thirty sales. I counted the number of people I knew who I hoped would buy it, and discounted the rest of the world.

I was woefully mistaken.

As of today, there are over 200 copies of BLOODLINES in circulation, be it in digital or paper format.

200.

THIS IS NOT SPARTA!!!!!

Let that sink in.

(No, not the Sparta misquote)

The average MLB batter struggles to get to 100 home runs in their entire career, let alone 200.

The average NHL player is challenged to achieve 200 goals in a sport that crushes them both physically and mentally.

I could throw out more statistics, but you get the picture.

While 200 books sold isn’t Hall of Fame worthy, that’s never been my goal. The fact that I crossed that invisible, magical line is a cause for celebration! A barbaric yawp from the highest mountain top! Fireworks, loud music, hookers and a gallon of booze?

Or simply a deep, satisfying sigh.

Ironically, other readers’ words tell the tale better than I ever could:

“This book gripped me from start to finish. Great characters who I could picture right from the get go. The author has managed to weave in elements of several genres expertly giving unexpected twists all the way through. Can’t wait for a sequel!” – Amazon Customer

“Hard to put down once plot thickens! Waiting on the sequel! 60+ years of reading mystery novels took a little traction to adapt to setting of plot, but was unequivocally drawn in–” – Amazon Customer

“This novel is a fantastic contribution to modern fiction. The combination of intrigue, witty/pithy repertoire, the supernatural, and sci-fi elevate this from one genre to a multi-dimensional work that will appeal to a wide ranging reader. What I find most unique is that the author did not over gloss the fantastical or futuristic world and it’s characters. There is a steady realism within the characters, their interactions and even the functions of this future world. For anyone looking for a book you can “live in” for a while, this will deliver!” – Danielle

I’ve unblogged plenty of times before about the writing journey, the challenges, the agent rejections (37 and counting!), my own fears and anxiety. Writing is a lonely enterprise. Other than the multitude of voices in your head, you’re pretty much on your own. And the unceasing questions! Will a reader like it? Why won’t an agent pick it up? Why can’t I get more Amazon reviews? What could I have done better? What will I do next? Will the sequel be any good?

And, just like that Journey song, the list goes on and on and on and on…

I’ve never been a prolific blogger. My unblogging is inconsistent at best. The reasons contain the usual suspects, minus Verbal Kent, so there’s no need to go into them now. And like that, poof! They’re gone.

Actually, other than eating soup, I’ve never been prolific at anything. My author site isn’t chock full of juicy posts, evocative drawings or pictures, or much of anything. That’s just not me. I’m an unassuming writer who simply enjoys writing, and shares my creativity from time-to-time.

If you’ve been following this unblog, or any part of my writing journey, then I have only one thing to say to you:

Thank you.

Thank you for your support.

Thank you for cheering me on, giving me hope, picking me up when I’ve been down, telling me I have talent, encouraging me to write more, to hone my craft, support other authors, bring life and adventure to characters inspired by my wonderfully creative friends, and for simply being there.

Thank you for believing in me.

And thank you for inspiring me to aspire, accomplish and achieve today’s milestone.

I couldn’t have gotten here without all of you. 

 

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