I’m sitting here watching my movie copy to my phone (I know what I’m listening to today) and thinking. My fingers are kind of whining (It’s going to be a Tiger Balm kind of day, I can see it already) so I’ve been being gentle with them. The flu really kicked my butt and I’m trying to be gentle with myself in general. It’s not easy. I’m stubborn.
Over the weekend, I got my Royalty statement from Amazon. When I saw it, I rolled my eyes. My last one topped out at about… oh… a buck and a half. At the time I figured it was a fluke. People I knew, maybe, were being nice and coughing up the 99 cents for one of the essays I have out there. I filed it under “I get a new song” and left it at that.
To be fair, this one isn’t going to be a WHOLE lot more than that if it tops out at that much. But it made me stop, this time, and really look at it and think. The essays (I haven’t uploaded another one in a couple years) haven’t been publicized. I haven’t marketed them. They have just lain there, moldering in the the digital darkness growing dust, cobwebs and probably feeling lonely. And still a few people (not even a whole handful) found them, and bought them.
As the flu and lack of MTX have wreaked havoc on my hands the last couple of days (there has to be some irony there) I’ve thought about those facts and I’ve decided to shut up and listen.
I’m going to re-download the formatter for Kindle/iBooks/Epub (and re-download all of the garbage about the how-to’s and wherefore’s of publishing on different devices) and start putting a little more concerted effort into my writing. I’m not convinced I’m ever going to write the great American novel… but novel isn’t maybe where I’m supposed to be.
I’ve been thinking… and… I think it’s time I shut up and listen.