Before last weekend I could safely claim that even thought I had novels for sale, I wasn't in competition with these people. I mean, let's be honest, I had sold a grand total of 50 books, with another 50 given out to reviewers. That's not prime-time, that's minor leagues...maybe even tee-ball.
In no way, shape, or form, was I in competition or a peer of some of these Big 6 writers I was kneeling down before or bashing over the head with a lead-pipe.
But I'm not sure I can say that any longer. The BETROTHAL went free and now I have six thousand copies floating around in the ether after four days...and a week or two to go before I can switch that drain off. Sales of FOUL MOUTH have also picked up to a few copies a day. Looking at the future I can only imagine that this is going to increase, especially with sequels coming next year (probably...no promises...back up off me!).
Maybe I'm not Major League yet, but the GM just gave me a reminder that it's coming. So why not stop reviewing my soon-to-be peers now? It's a good time for it. The only book to come out for the rest of the year I was interested in having an opinion on was Ilona Andrews...and everyone already knows Andrews rules Urban Fantasy, so why do I need to say it?
It is kind of a shame...I never did break into the Amazon Top 1000 Reviewers...and I was very close. It will just have to be one of those things I never accomplished, up there with not climbing Everest (big mountains and freezing to death are so not me) or missing out on my high school senior prom (no, not because I couldn't get a date...the girlfriend lived out of town...me, geek? Never!).
If you're REALLY into my thoughts on the books I read, there's always Goodreads, which I'll keep updating with star ratings, if not explaining them (why did he give MY PET GOAT 5 stars? We'll never know...). I'll also probably casually mention books I think rock and Spec-Fic I think everyone should be reading (Kameron Hurley) in general blathering posts I make in the future.
But puns? No...the puns are dead. Or at least unintended (LOOPHOLE)...
But puns? No...the puns are dead. Or at least unintended (LOOPHOLE)...
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