It’s been just over a month since I self-published my first novel, Anti-Social Media, and the random sales are just starting to drip in and every single one is still exciting for me. I think we all start with dreams of waking up and hoping that overnight we went viral but in reality, there’s a big fat zero.
Today I excitedly told my husband that yesterday somebody had bought my book through Kindle Unlimited, and another again today. He was genuinely pleased for me and then said, ‘at this rate by the end of the year, you’ll be able to buy a Mars Bar.’ Bastard.
It’s not quite as bad as all that, but not far off. Any dreams I once had of making money from this first book have dissipated over the past month and I’m more than happy with that. I’ve found that I’m more excited about the fact that some people actually want to read my book than the fact that there may be some money in it for me.
Naturally, however, I’d be seriously fucked off if I didn’t start to make some big bucks with my next novel – I’m not a flippin’ saint! But dragging myself reluctantly back to the real world I know I need to build up a catalogue of work behind me first.
For now, I’ll settle for that Mars Bar. And I might even have enough to get my husband one too.