Another miserable post, but I feel I’m allowed to wallow in self-pity for a little while. Why? Finally found out how many books I have sold and feel as though the previous post I made was spot-on!
If anything, it has made me question the decision to try writing another book if all my efforts are worth so little. Guess it was just a fluke, but I can’t help but wonder if some printed reviews may have made a difference (good or bad, it gets the book out there).
So, what should I be now? Been a writer, so what about singer (I’m neither Sonny nor Cher, and couldn’t hold a tune with both hands) or perhaps an artist (I don’t even draw the curtains)? Off to drown my sorrows in a chamomile bath…