There are days (many, many days) when it feels like 90% of this writing gig consists of begging.
“Please join my newsletter”
“Please tell your friends!”
“Please follow me on Facebook/Instagram/Twitter/TikTok/Bookbub/Amazon/etc”
But, then there are the moments like I had at the end of March. I signed up as a vendor at my neighborhood’s “Spring Fling”. A teenage boy stopped by my table and shyly asked about “Dremiks“. I signed a copy for him, and he wandered away, clutching my book to his chest. An hour later he popped his head around the corner of the pavilion and gushed, “I’ve already read the first chapter! I can’t wait to go home and read more!”
I love that feeling: that something I made has brought someone joy.
Moments like that make up for the weeks with no sales or the days without a single page-read on Kindle Unlimited. They soothe my tired introvert’s soul after a full day of social-media hustle.
They remind me why I write.