So my first novel did phenomenally well in its first 12 days. It got to the amazon top 100 (49 at it’s heights, currently at 98) and has thus far sold over 214 copies on Amazon alone (I only get daily updates from them so I’ve no idea how it’s doing on the other sites).

At first I was jumping up and down but the honeymoon phase doesn’t last. Now the realities of promoting, waiting for reviews, realizing that some people won’t like it and writing a sequel that lives up to the first are starting to dawn on me. Perhaps it’s my cold or my drive to always one up myself but it does get rather daunting.

With the first novel there was no expectation. I went at my own pace and was just happy that someone was willing to publish it. I simply wrote what I liked, changed it at the editors suggestion and was amazed to be able to say that I am a published author. Now, now I have have so many more concerns to deal with.

It’s not like it’s impossible, I wouldn’t dream of giving up but it is a major shift. I always knew this point would come. When the realities of living the dream would catch up to me I just figured it would come much later, if at all. Sure if I ever managed the next big dream of best sellers and real fame it’ll probably hit again and on that day I’ll look back at these concerns as paltry but for now its another mountain.