I sold two more books over the weekend. When I saw the two new dots on the Paid Units graph of my KDP account this morning, a huge smile invaded my face. It is thrilling each time. I get a giddy upwelling of emotion in my chest and depressing/irritating/negative thoughts evaporate from my head.
No one would be impressed with my sales figures. I haven’t sold copies in the quantities that get the attention of an agent or a publisher or a film or television studio. It is fantastic to get that kind of attention, no doubt, but my figures aren’t at megaphone-level volume yet.
That doesn’t stop me from feeling a surge of happiness with each sale. The experience of someone wanting to spend a few bucks to read my book is an unexpected delight.
I like spending money on other people’s art. I get something super cool, and they get some cash. I used to think such transactions were a small thing. A few dollars couldn’t really matter that much to the artist. But I feel differently since I put my novel out there.
A book sold is a new kind of audience feedback for me. Each book someone buys feels like a vote for me to keep writing. And that is a wonderful gift. One of the nicest I have received.
Happiness like that is pretty great to spread around.