So, I'm one of those people who, if I had nothing else to do, would sit in front of the computer all day long, watching the statistics on the website and Amazon page. I like tracking the numbers, and, as I mentioned previously, I am obsessive.
An example: starting on July 14, when Abigail Phelps was published, I was looking at the number sold, and figuring out who it was. The Amazon statistics do not give me names, but I knew which friends, family, and co-workers had rushed to buy it. It truly was an exciting day when the number sold increased by one, and I DIDN'T KNOW WHO HAD BOUGHT IT!!! A stranger had bought my book. Well, probably not a stranger...but someone who didn't tell me they had bought it, so I could PRETEND it was a stranger! And that meant my Pulitzer was right around the corner. Right?
Well, today I began playing the stupid, time-wasting, self-punishing game of comparing my sales to that of other books. All figures are as of about 7:00 p.m. MST, and are for "Paid in Kindle Store" sales. Check out this selection:
I really think if two of you rush to Amazon and purchase your copy of Abigail Phelps, we can take her by sunset.
Apparently, not many people give a crap.
(Note to Oliver Owl: if I am soon lower than you on the bestseller list, please do not release a special Abigail Phelps edition in which my book is the poo and I am the author who do it.)
Ahem...I mean...a book is written to be read, and that's all that matters.