Last year I published a book, but I don't really talk much about it here anymore because I figured it has sold just about all of the copies it's going to sell.
Which, for the record, is something like 230 total sales when you count paperbacks, Kindle versions and the audiobook recording.
Not exactly Danielle Steel territory, but then again, I never did it for sales or money or anything like that. I did it as a bucket list item, and because I found the whole experience to be so cool.
You know the best part? It's the fact that our local library carries four copies of my book.
I want to note that initially there were five copies on the shelves at the Wickliffe Public Library, but now there are only four. Presumably someone borrowed a copy and lost it, which I assume happens all the time.
Whatever the case, having a book I wrote on the shelf at my childhood library is something I never imagined would happen. I just love it.
Sometimes I will look it up in the electronic card catalog to see how many of the four copies are actually in circulation. As I type this, for example, two are sitting on the shelves while two others have been checked out.
I like when they're checked out, of course, but I also like stopping by the library to see the available shelf copies.
Every time I'm there I sneak over to the appropriate stacks (call number "248 TEN") and stare at "my" books for a minute. It never gets old.
Do you think Stephen King ever does that? I'll bet he did when he was first starting out.
Let it be known that on the day two of my books were checked out, both copies of Mr. King's "Pet Sematary" were also in circulation.
Which, as far as I'm concerned, means Steve and I are pretty much on the same level, as far as famous authors go.
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