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That would be embarrassing. At least those who hovered would dismiss my bodily misgivings as part of a seizure.
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How long was I there?
Not only was I on the ground but I was lopsided in color. How pathetic.
Apparently, they were waiting for help, because not a single person offered me assistance. Perhaps with such an engaged audience, it was time to spew forth titles of my poetry books. I sighed and just rested back.
Really, what did happen? Things were fuzzy on how I had even got to the car. I quite clearly remember sitting outside the coffee shop. I brought my own folding chair because their metal ones were not only uncomfortable but wrinkled my pants. The whipped topping was delightful, I remember that. They made it special for me, adding a dash of mint for the cool tingling feel against my tongue. Perfect on top of my frozen latte. When I first met her a decade before, I told her that there was absolutely no way I was calling her Simone. It just brought visions of a sloppy tribal woman eating half-raw chicken with her fingers.
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Not a big penis, that would be too much. A small one, it would be like one of those tiny desserts that hit the spot. That was when I saw him. He brushed into my chair, said excuse me, and kept walking. His clothes were expensive.
I could tell those things; I had designer radar. She shrugged, not very impressed.
And I did. I finished it all before taking a sip of my drink. But from that moment on, I remember nothing. Nothing until I opened my eyes on the dirty ground. To read more Labels: comedy , free book , gay romance , humor , parody. As with most Indy authors, sales are important.
When I first started to publish through Kindle, I checked my sales stats hourly, then daily. Now I barely check them, unless I have a new release or an ad campaign running. It makes me neurotic. It makes me crazy.
I spend hours re-evaluating my story, cover, price … you name it. I depend on sales. I am very blessed and fortunate to be able to make a living off of writing.
While it is an extreme budgeted living, I am still blessed. I tried working a part time job, a few hours a day. The time I spent getting out there, spreading the word, reading and reviewing. And in turn, that showed in my sales. To make money you have to spend money and I firmly believe that.
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Here we are in a catch 22, it takes a while to get those reviews. By the time I get them, the book is selling. What I have planned will take effort and time, not to mention a little money. Not much money, because I am going to assume that all authors who try this are on an extreme budget as well.
Once a week post a sneak peek at one of my novels and run a three day special on that novel. So Fridays are free peek days. I get a few hundreds hits every time I post a sneak peek, yet I have not tapped into that for sales. I accredit my daughter for this one. At the end of each month, I will do the giveaway blog. Anyone who leaves a comment will be entered in a drawing. They will receive a nifty gift And not one of my books, they can have a book if they want in addition But the gift will be good for anyone.
Authors give away book, this author will give away a toaster or something like that. This will take a while to see the results.