Zero sales, Zero engagement the sun goes down alone…
It’s funny that this whole book publishing stuff for me and most of us started at absolute zero and most of the time things just revert back to it.
Thousands of followers dont mean shit if they are all vying for the same thing and I’ll admit I have delved into the emptiness of shameless self promotion every now and then. Just one fucking sale would make my week but right now, invisibility city.
What’s the damn point in spending 7 years getting 500 Facebook likes if not one person even engages in a post?
This isn’t even an attempt at fishing for anything other than exploration of my own feeling of going down a seemingly pointless road. I know my writing is worth reading. My books are proper books – I’m not just trying to fling one full length story and live just off that, I have 5 books out there, a damned backlist that feels, invisible. It’s hard to swallow because I have something worth giving to the world but it feels like nobody even knows it’s there all of a sudden.
I’m on the cusp of releasing book 4 of a series maybe 13 people have read. That tells you I’m doing this for the writing, myself and for the journey. The weight it has on ones mental health can be heavy at times but is it supposed to that hard to get people to buy and read your stuff?
I guarantee on release 13 people will buy that book and then in two years time I will be forced to set the price to zero in order to gain any type of interest.
Zero – that damned word again…