"How is your book doing?" is the first question people ask me when my book
comes up. I take that to mean, "How well is it selling?"
"One book at a time," is what I answer. Usually the conversation stops at this point. (We all know something about the track record for self-published books by unknown authors.)
For the record, I want to make myself clear. One book at a time is an inspiring thing, like the rose blooming in the snow that Bette Midler sings about.
Here's an example. Last week I went back to my yoga class at the Pinole Senior Center after a long absence and two of the women I sold books to at Christmas came up to me. They were happy to see me, smiling, their eyes lit up, telling me they'd finished reading
Sundagger.net and had a lot of questions to ask. There was some discussion about me coming to a book group;maybe it was their book group. Someone mentioned having everyone in the yoga class read the book. I'm not sure what all was said because I was putting out my yoga mat and also, I was so surprised, flustered really. Not by their talk, but by how I felt--full of pure inspiration, flying with it, amazed, and grateful.
This is what "one book at a time" means to me.
