Right now I’m kind of finding myself a little blue. This writing thing is getting to me; or should I say this selling thing is getting to me. Writing the books is the easy part. But selling them… man… if I could just get one of these books to hit…

I always try to not let my sales interfere with my writing, but I have to say sometimes it does, no matter how hard I try to keep them from doing so. Sometimes that little demon wakes up and says, “Why are you bothering? No one is buying your books anyway. You’ll be stuck in that factory for the rest of your pathetic existence.” To that little bastard I say bullshit. I’m not working in that factory for the rest of my life. I’m going to write books and people are going to read them. As a friend of mine told me, “Penny, you’re just one best seller away from telling that place to f*&k off.” He’s a pretty funny guy. Secretly, I whisper that little ditty to myself all the time. It makes me smile.

My sales were pretty good last month (not good enough to quit the day job, but good). That got my spirits up about what I’m doing. And then… the month changed… November came… and it’s like a light switch got thrown. For those of you who don’t know, us writers can check our sales numbers for each book we’ve written as many times a day as we like. This feature can either be exciting or just down right depressing. The month: depressing. I have had the dreaded brown bar of no sales across my sales page all month so far. Haven’t sold a thing, not one lousy book, in 9 days. Sigh. I’m just one best seller away… just one best seller away… There, I’m smiling again

Oh, I just checked my sales again, just for the hell of it. The brown bar is gone. I sold a book! I hate that effing brown bar. I really do. But now, back to writing that best seller. LOL