This blog was originally entitled "Holy Shit." But, having come down just a bit off my new book high, I thought better of it. And now I'm just kind of tired. And incredulous. Because:
Gifts of the Blood peaked yesterday at #643 Paid in the Kindle Store.
This happened yesterday. And I didn't even know it at the time. I actually didn't find out until I woke up this morning to an email from my publisher asking me if I had seen my rankings yet. I was covered with banana oatmeal and baby slobber and hadn't had my second cup of coffee yet, so no, I hadn't. I checked, and almost fell over when I found myself in the 800s. I mean, hot damn! But more sleuthing (and coffee guzzling and a change of clothes) later, and I realized I had missed my pinnacle by one day. Why?
Because Amazon is a fickle mistress.
But also because I spent a good part of yesterday hiding in my bed, crying.
I am writing a new book, you see. One that is ripped from the depths of my soul as no other has ever been. Yesterday went like this: Sit down at computer. Write some words. Cry. Get up. Tend baby. Sit down with baby at the big computer and play New Book Soundtrack. Settle baby in bouncy/rocker/hanging toy thingie. Sit down at computer. Write some more words. Cry. And lather, rinse, repeat.
It's shaping up to be one hell of a new book. This kind of writing, coming on the heels of my brand new release, which doesn't even have any reviews yet so it could still totally suck, has made for an interesting couple of days. But mostly I am grateful. I feel blessed. I have an incredibly supportive network of friends and family and live in the greatest universe of all: the book world, and today, even though I envision many more days of cry-write-cry, I wouldn't trade it for anything. Thanks ya'll.