Two years ago today, my book – Only Son – was released. While the book hasn’t sold as well as I hoped it would, Only Son still stands as my greatest professional achievement. As I mentioned to a friend the other day, writing a book gives you a sense of immortality. It will always be there, and your name will always grace the front cover. I can never thank Pam enough for asking me to be a co-writer, and for not posting my face on the back cover. Lord knows I wouldn’t be able to sell one to my mom had that been there.
Now, while we took an unconventional route to publication – self-publishing is easy, but promotion is difficult and expensive – we sold over 200 copies, not to mention the dozens of freebies I sent out to families and friends. Most of the reviews have been positive, and I hope that’s because they liked the story, and not because they know I have lots of guns and terrific aim. /Kidding. That said, I can’t stand on the laurels of a two-year old book I co-wrote. So…
I’d like to remind you – once again – my book Only Son is on sale at Amazon.com. Barnes & Noble, and pretty much everywhere you can find great literature.
Since its launch in 2012, the book has sold 224 copies. That’s okay for a self-published book by an unknown author, but considering this blog receives almost 1,000 hits a day, the numbers are rather poor. I realize some of you already own a copy, but I’d really appreciate if you could share it with others. /Plea.
One year ago today, we unleashed my book upon the world. In the 365 days since, we’ve sold over 200 copies. The numbers aren’t great by any stretch, but considering we self-published and had no advertising budget, I think we did okay.
Where we did better than okay – in my opinion – is with the feedback. Most of the readers seemed to enjoy the story, and some were nice enough to review it (positively) on Amazon.
I don’t pimp the book nearly as much as before, mostly because a lot of you must be sick of hearing about it. But also because I’ve resigned myself to the fact that we’ve sold all we’re going to sell. Pam and I have talked about a sequel, but to be honest, life has intervened.
There is a decent story rattling around my head, but I need to get off my arse and put fingers to keyboard. We’ll see.
That said, thank you all for the support. it means more than you will ever know.
So, I made my bi-annual visit to the dentist this morning. It was also my first meet-and-greet with the new dentist. My former dentist retired a few months ago, and the new doc took over. While Dr. Bendler was all sorts of awesome, Dr. Ogan seems nice enough.
During my last visit, I gave Dr. Bendler and his entire staff copies of my book, Only Son. (Available now at Amazon and CreateSpace for a low, low price!) Any hoo, I’m sitting in the chair when one of the hygienists comes over and tells me she read the book and really liked it. Always nice to hear.
Then she said, “My son actually used Only Son for his high school book report this semester.”
Naturally, I was flattered, but I was also apprehensive. If her son received a lousy grade… and she was holding sharp instruments…
Thankfully, she said her son did well, so I breathed a sigh of relief. Had he not, I assume I’d still be sitting in the chair, covered in blood and sweat. /snark
And yes, I was humbled by it.
Oregon Muse put of a Sunday Book Thread as Ace of Spades HQ this morning. In it, he more than generously highlighted Only Son:
“You’re all probably familiar with longtime moron commenter Wyatt Earp. You’ve heard him bitch about his home town, Philadelphia (“the crack whore of cities”), and you’ve heard him piss and moan about the Eagles, an NFL team known primarily for being used by other NFL teams to blow their noses on, but despite all this, he got off his sorry ass and actually wrote a book. When I was highlighting moron authors awhile back, I somehow missed him. Anyway, Mr. Earp’s book Only Son, is available on Kindle for the absolutely outrageous very reasonable price of $3.99. The plot of this crime novel involves “a discharged U.S. serviceman [being] found dead on a Philadelphia street and a pair of homicide detectives struggle to solve a crime with no witnesses, no leads, and no family to speak for the victim.”
And you know no one knows the mean streets of Philadelphia (“we’re not as corrupt as Baltimore”) quite like Wyatt Earp, a police officer who no doubt spends all of his time dealing with perps, creeps, scrotes, toughs, punks, thugs, and Methodists.”
After whoring the book for its first two months, I took a break – mostly because I figured you were sick of hearing about it. I’m glad Oregon Muse brought it up again, especially with the Christmas season approaching. It would make a good gift. /pitch
My novel, Only Son, is still available at CreateSpace and Amazon.com.
But maybe you should be. Pam and I have decided to slash the price of our novel, Only Son, to $9.99 for the paperback and $3.99 for the Kindle version.
The reasons for this are two-fold. First, sales are, to put it lightly, lagging. We’ve sold a mere 129 copies since we published in March. By comparison, SYLG averages about 1,600 hits a day. That’s the nature of the beast in self-publishing, and with nothing in the way of an advertising budget, it is what it is.
Since the dog days of summer are upon us, I figured it would be a good idea to remind you that my novel, Only Son, is available in paperback and Kindle editions. Yes, I know many of you have bought a copy, but with 1,600+ visits a day, many others have not.
And remember, Only Son is sand-resistant!
By the time you read this post (hopefully), the new, improved, edited version of Only Son will be on sale here and here. (The Amazon.com paperback version isn’t updated yet.) Being virgin authors, we enrolled in the vaunted learn-as-you-go program. I assumed I could edit and proofread the manuscript myself, and that was a huge mistake. After hearing you folks point out a few errors here and there, I hired a freelance editor named Autumn Conley.
Her services were worth every penny.
Autumn went through the manuscript like a surgeon, and like major surgery, it was red with
blood ink. Subject-verb agreement is not my friend, and apparently I’m not nearly the author I think I am. Autumn threw in corrections, offered suggestions for transitions, and left detailed notes for me to follow. The story is pretty much the same, but the book is much, much better now…
I was never one for following conventional wisdom. When my friends played football in high school, I ran cross country. When my friends in college played baseball, I played lacrosse. I like to do things a little differently, and one look at the blog will confirm that statement, so hiring a book editor after publication was right up my alley.
I hired a terrific editor a few weeks ago, and she finished the edits and corrections last week. Grammatically, it’s as close to perfect as we’ll ever get, and I also fixed a few other minor inaccuracies. It’s the new and improved version of what was already a great story.
I should have everything done and ready for printing by Wednesday at the latest, so if you know someone who wants to buy Only Son, please ask them to hold off for a day or two. It’ll be worth the wait.