Bruised and bloodied by my futile attempts to find a publisher, and encouraged by the new innovation, ePublishing, I set to and wrote my first novel.
I finished it, was enormously proud of it, uploaded it to Amazon, and there it sat…and sat…and sat.
My bubble had burst. I felt as bruised and bloodied as when I was constantly being rejected by publishers. This time I was being rejected by readers!
But was I? Not really. The problem was, they didn’t even know about my book.
It had landed on a slush pile of self-published eBooks on the floor of the Amazon kindle site. Just as my manuscripts had landed on a slush pile of similar artefacts on the floors of several publishing houses.
I finished it, was enormously proud of it, uploaded it to Amazon, and there it sat…and sat…and sat.
My bubble had burst. I felt as bruised and bloodied as when I was constantly being rejected by publishers. This time I was being rejected by readers!
But was I? Not really. The problem was, they didn’t even know about my book.
It had landed on a slush pile of self-published eBooks on the floor of the Amazon kindle site. Just as my manuscripts had landed on a slush pile of similar artefacts on the floors of several publishing houses.
Read on to find out what I did about it
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