Whatever is on my mind is what you get.

Aren't you lucky. If you were waiting with abated breath for something ingenious to spring forth from my mind, well, you are out of luck. I think I am just blogging out of writers block, trying to crack the safe to that elusive word to start the story flowing. Then again, I haven't opened my word processor yet. It is a little hard to begin the first word that way. Surfing and searching is taking up a lot of my time. You see, I'm still looking for the key to the secret to getting my first book noticed. Is it working yet? Nope. But then it has only been a month. That is what I keep telling myself. So let's just give you a little taste of my book sales. You may be here searching how other self-publishers are currently doing or reading several blogs posts to see how their journey compares to yours. My own journey at the moment is frustrating. Where I had some strong sales last month(my first month), I am now at a standstill. In other words, I have only sold one book since May took over. I am confused why. I could joke and say that I ran out of friends who could be bullied into buying it. Actually, my friends weren't bullied. Several of them have told me they loved my book and are waiting semi-patiently for the next. I've joined book blogs, scribd, and goodreads where both readers and writers read and swap reads or interviews. This is really a sweet idea and it not only allows me to introduce my book to people who may never have been exposed to it, but it also allows me to meet new people who are authors like myself, traditional or self-published. 

I hope you will find some use from this blog. Be sure to check back as I check back also on others in my own search for answers as I journey into the realm of self-publishing. I will tell you, that given the chance to have an agent who will help me travel that traditional road, I will hop on that train if, I mean when, it comes. As it is now, there is no way I will ever see my books in a brick and mortar store, and that really is my ultimate destination of my dream. There may be a little bit of pride in that hope, but that is just the way it is.

I just read another post on hash tags for twitter. #ya, #paranormal, #amediting, #amwriting. These are tags you can attach to your tweets. These tags lead to another twitter page where others with the same interests are tweeting hash tags themselves. Could be a bonus for promoting your book.

I'm still new to this, and everything and most everyone I search gives me hope for success. You may ask me why I went ahead and self-published. I did think about giving up after many rejections. The fact that I loved my story and several of my friends ordered me not to give in to the disappointment. The thing is, I didn't want to be eighty years old and wonder what could have happened if I would have just tried. I want to be eighty years old and know I tried whether I succeed or not. Hopefully succeed will be the word to tell my grandchildren and maybe great-grandchildren. Maybe I will be an example to them that they can do anything when they put their mind and determination to it.

Why do I write? These darn people won't leave me alone. I have been making stories up since I was a little girl. I always thought that in a few years, they would go away. These ideas that pop into my head can be pretty persistent. The next few years turned into the next few years and the next few years. Finally, I said fine, I will write you down. And wouldn't you know it, the people in the story didn't like how I was going and turned the story down a different road. No one told me they had a mind of their own.

So, there you have it. A lot of rambling about something and nothing about what's on my mind.