Yesterday I had a launch day for me-as-a-writer-called-Satya and-not-Fiona.
I wanted to celebrate this new phase of my writing career and say thank you to everyone and raise my profile and, hopefully, give my novel ‘Thaw’ a chance in the big wide world.
In preparation for the day I’d put in maybe thirty hours of work – coming up with an idea, crafting blog posts and newsletters, messaging people who said they wanted to take part. Not to mention the time Kaspa has spent designing the new covers, formatting the books for paperback and kindle, or the time it takes to write the books…
The day began. A newsletter went out to more than three thousand people, I posted to our more than three thousand Facebook page fans, I emailed many friends. Thaw was only 99p / $1.49 for the day.
By midday, two people had bought Thaw on kindle, and one of those people was my husband.
I felt disappointed, despite feeling ungrateful and spoilt. The day was really about people sharing what gives their life meaning, wasn’t it? Well, it was. But I still wanted to sell more books.
This is a part of my journey as a writer. However much I would like to be un-moved by how many books I sell, I am. Of course there are financial implications to selling or not-selling. But really, the biggest thing that gets hurt isn’t my bank balance but my ego. Good old humongous hungry ego.
This afternoon I’m off to a friend’s house for a Buddhist gathering. We’ll do a little practice and discuss a teaching. Tomorrow we’re hoping to walk around the gardens at the Malvern Spring Show, and maybe buy a plant or two.
It’s good to do these ordinary ego-puncturing things and be an ordinary person again, which of course I am all along, even if someone does make a film of The Most Beautiful Thing and I get to meet Johnny Depp.
And it was a good day. It was wonderful to see what you’d all written (go see some of the pieces here, I’m a bit worried I saved the wrong version so if you’re not there I do apologise, do send me your link again!) And by the end of the day Thaw had charted in the literary fiction charts .I do feel like I’ve done all I can for the book now – it’s on its own…
Funny old life, being a writer. Funny old life, being a human being. Go well today. Enjoy the birdsong.