Bad Facebook! No Money for You!

Short and sweet – Facebook is acting like an angry parent and I’m absolutely boondoggled.

Yesterday, while reading Help! My Facebook Ads Suck!, the author advised that I NOT post an image of my book cover, but instead post an image that is evocative of the book yet eye-catching.

This month’s marketing assignment is to sell more copies of Hired Gun using Facebook ads and so I’ve been mucking along doing okay, but not great using the book’s cover as my ad image.

So I decided to take the book’s advice and see if I couldn’t pull in more sales with a couple of different ads.

The first one looks like this:

That one, with all the cleavage and the dollar slot? That was approved.

Here’s #2…

This one was denied. I appealed and they stated, “This ad isn’t running because it can’t promote adult products or services that highlight sexual pleasure.”

Um, seriously? Because, if you look at the photo. SHE HAS CLOTHES ON!!!!!

“Dear Prude, remove stick from ass and approve ad.”

Oh wait, that might get me banned. Okay, I’ll just re-submit the ad and use this picture…

Traditions That Carry On

FD stands for Feather Drop, a male fairy who is an adventurer (according to Em)

Traditions can be something you look forward to, or simply endure. Holiday meals are often the latter, but the tradition I’m going to tell you about today is one that anyone can get behind and look forward to.

Years ago, over 20 now, I moved with my eldest child from California, where she had lived all of her eight years, to Missouri. It was a huge change – one that meant she didn’t see her dad regularly. A new school, new friends, new everything. I worried about her, a lot.

While I heaved a huge sigh of relief that he was no longer in my life, doing his best to sabotage the mother-daughter relationship, I knew that she couldn’t see his manipulations for what they were, mean-hearted and selfish and hurtful, she only knew that she missed him.

There are many ways in which you can help your kids through hard times. I made it a point to take her on dates where we would go to the movies and eat dinner at a restaurant, just the two of us. And I talked to her, asked her questions, and did what I could to help her through the challenges of 4th grade in a new school and both of us living with my mom.

The idea of creating an alter ego, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Why not create a magical creature who could make my girl smile, go on adventures, and feel super-special, all at once?

So I invented Iliana Llorena Elfling. And not just any elfling, but one that lived with her mother, her grumpy uncle and annoying cousin. Iliana’s world was very different from my daughter’s, and yet had striking similarities. She missed her dad, loved nature, and had a great sense of humor.

We corresponded on and off for around five years. My goal had been to connect with my child on a level that was different from our daily mother/daughter relationship. To that end, I think I succeeded. And while we didn’t delve very deeply into the more painful issues, the life and dad she had left behind, we did indulge in a very special world, where drums are made of snakeskin, elflings and fairies are real, and life has a little magic in it.

Those days are long gone. But around 3-4 years ago, Em discovered the journal that we had written in and asked if she too could have someone special like that. She knew it was me, just as her sister had, and yet she still wanted it.

I created Whip, Snap, and Per – a trio of fairies who were living in our new yard near downtown Kansas City. We didn’t correspond as much as my eldest and I had, but Em’s needs were not what her sister’s were. She has a whole family with dedicated, loving parents. And while she did get uprooted, moving from Belton to Kansas City at the age of 6 1/2 years, her life is very different from what her sister’s was.

And then we decided that we would have “just one more” – only with me being post-menopausal, that meant fostering and, hopefully, adoption. And for the past 15 months, we have shared our lives with a lovely, and challenging toddler. Now three-and-a-half years old, the age of creativity is upon us.

Last weekend, when it was raining and generally impossible to work outside on the front fence my husband and I have been building, I instead focused on our Art Room, a small room off of the dining room on our main level. I rearranged it, and created three different workstations, one for each of the girls and one for myself. And the girls have LOVED it. This also prompted Em to resurrect what is now, indubitably, a family tradition.

By creating Feather Drop, she has cemented fully the tradition of creativity, dreams, and magic into our family. This included finding a special box to put fairy treasures in, and organizing a scavenger hunt in the garden for her little sister.

Where will this family tradition lead us?

Hopefully to love. Whether it is at the beginning or the end, it is all that really matters.

Learning to Accept “Not Right Now”

There are so many things I want to do. Places I want to visit, experiences I want to have. There are books I want to write, a life I hope to have.

But there is also that big ole reality check. Reality check says, “Sure, you can go to Europe, once you have the money.”

Aw crap, just sunk another $20k into house renovations so that Cottage West will be another step closer to finished.

I’ve been learning to accept “not right now” for a long time. All my life, really.

But it is that delicate balance between “not right now” and “not ever.”

“Not right now” is planting the iris and waiting for the plants to emerge, to multiply, and eventually spill from their borders.

“Not right now” is planting that stick and waiting for it to turn into a tree.

“Not right now” is putting on a new roof, and windows because then it won’t leak. It’s not earning money, but it isn’t costing me additionally in damages through weather and raccoon infestations.

I wanted this year to be the year I broke out and started writing full-time. I wanted it to be “the end to cleaning houses is in sight” year.

I wanted this year to be the “I wrote three books in one year!”

The reality is that in the next few weeks, I’m going to be so busy painting, hanging cabinets, re-installing molding, hanging curtains, refinishing an old door, and countless other things, that writing two more books this year is not going to happen.

Instead, I’m going to focus on:

  • My health – getting this damned A1C down to a normal level, stretching, yoga, meditation, and regular cardio exercise in order to lose weight
  • Short stories – I have nine of them I need to write – six to finish out the rest of the year and three more for next year’s monthly newsletters
  • Cottage West – I need it up and running and earning us money. Who knows? If it succeeds fantastically, it might make the difference between me having to clean houses and just running the Airbnb properties!
  • Yard/Home – I’ve got a couple of art projects (Van Gogh bathroom ceiling and decorative windows) and also a section of the yard I hope to develop into a orderly (and expansive) herb garden next year. I’ve also begun studying landscaping, but I’ll really dive in next year with more and more perennial varieties I haven’t ever seen before.
  • Family – It’s summer, and it is time to go to the water parks, the pools, and more. Maybe we will go on hikes, explore more of Cliff Drive, and just get out and about more. I want to spend time with my daughters
  • Marketing – Continue to learn how to market my books effectively and in a financially savvy way.

That’s a heck of a list, folks. I’m going to continue to plan, plot, and tease those future books out of my brain and onto paper, but this will not be the “I wrote three books this year” year.

Maybe next year.

The Death of Toast (and other sad tales)

Last September, I had health insurance and finally was able to schedule an appointment with a new doctor – a full physical. She looked at my A1C numbers and said, “You are dangerously pre-diabetic. You need to lose weight, change your diet, start taking Metformin – if you don’t you are looking at full-blown Type 2 diabetes.”

I started on the smallest dose of Metformin, 500 mg, made some effort to go towards a keto diet and marched back in three months later, sure that my A1C would be back down into the acceptable range.

It wasn’t.

It remained at the same number – 6.2

We doubled my dose of Metformin, which has played hell on my bowels, and then my dad was moved to a nursing home and I, well, I fell off the keto bandwagon hard. Hell, I had missed eating carbs, and my homemade ice cream. I had hated having to hide the junk food so Dad couldn’t find it.

But with a doubled dose of Metformin, surely that would bring my A1C levels down, right? At least, that is what I reasoned. My hopes were dashed today as my doc shook her head.

“Your A1C level is 6.1”

No more toast for me. Worse, no more rice. No more sweets. Not at all. I mentioned that I made my own ice cream and used half sugar, half xylitol in it. “I’ll make it with all xylitol from now on.”

She shook her head. “You need to eradicate all sugar from your diet. That includes the artificial sweeteners,” she said. “You need to get your body to NOT be used to sweets.”

Cue the gif of Snoopy wailing here.

No more ice cream?

No more toast?

No more homemade bread?

I read somewhere recently, perhaps in The Obesity Code by Jason Fung, that you can look at consuming sugar like a big jar. When you are born, the jar is empty. Every time you eat sugar, it adds up in the jar, and once it is full, that’s it, no more sugar! Any time you do consume it, it’s spilling over and causing havoc.

And that is what my sugar is doing. Spilling over.

I had asked the doc if at the level I’m at now, 6.2 or 6.1, if that number is causing damage to my organs. She thought about it for a moment and nodded, “Yes, it is.”

So the friggin’ sugar jar is full. If I don’t want to continue to damage my body, if I don’t want to end up with vascular dementia from a crapload of mini-strokes like my dad, or fatty liver disease (another side effect of diabetes and I’ve had some higher than normal numbers here as well), then I need to do something drastic.

  • Lose weight
  • Eliminate sugar and carbs
  • Exercise

And I need to do it now.

Weird Headspace + Multiple Projects = ???

I think that is the weirdest headline I’ve ever written. But my brain is busy trying to figure something out, perhaps multiple things out, so…

Weight Loss

Around six months ago or so, I mentioned we were going keto. We did it for a few months, but it just never really took with me. So I’ve stopped, especially since my dad is now in a nursing home and I’m not having to hide food and watch every carb that goes into the grocery basket.

The other day I listened to a very interesting TED Talk by Peter Attia, which then led me to his website and podcast The Drive, which, as things do, led me to buying The Obesity Code by Dr. Jason Fung.

To make a long story short, I skipped to the sections of the book where he tackles what to eat and when to eat and read quite a bit about fasting. I had been mis-labeling my husband’s approach to weight loss as “starvation” when it really was fasting. During the weekdays, he fasts for two out of three meals. On the weekends, he eats 2-3 meals per day. Dr. Fung really explained this well, along with some widespread myths that I had clung to my entire life.

As a result, I’m making the following changes to my daily routine:

  • Eliminating as much processed/refined sugar as humanly possible
  • Reducing and eventually eliminating as many artificial sweeteners as possible too (I already use stevia, but he gave some good arguments for discontinuing this as well)
  • Fasting by skipping breakfast and, on days I think I can handle it, lunch as well
  • Limiting my carbs intake

Today, for example, I hope to make it to dinner time with just a coffee, a big cup of chai tea, and water. We’ll see how it goes.

Something is Wrong

I’ve been putzing along, NOT writing 750 words, and barely progressing in the first book of the Chronicles of Liv Rowan. My goal to move it from 3rd person to 1st is almost done, but it’s hanging in at just under 50k word count, which is NOT a full book, merely a novella at this point.

Something is wrong with it. I can’t put my finger on it yet, but it’s definitely throwing me off my game. Every time I sit down to write, I get the “something is wrong” feeling and cannot seem to progress.

Is it the dreaded Resistance rearing its head to stop me from progressing?

Is there something abysmally wrong with the story?

I don’t know.

I’ll figure it out, but having it not flow, having those weird unsettling feelings does not lend itself to forward momentum. Perhaps I should write in something else, I’m not sure.

All the Rest That Pulls at Me

Right now, it isn’t hot. It’s wonderful out. These regular rainfalls have allowed me to transplant a moat of mint against the east wall of my house, something that became rather immediately necessary when I discovered we had been invaded by ants. Ants hate mint, and the mint was already growing in the wrong place, so it made sense to gently tug it out of the ground and move it (in large handfuls) to the wall that is in the dog yard.

I absolutely love working in my yard right now. It is the perfect time to be moving plants, laying brick pathways, and pulling weeds. After we finish hauling off at least one more load of brush and then another of junk to the dump, we will be ready to build a fence along the front of the property.

And then there is Cottage West – with the insulation done yesterday and the drywall guy due soon, our project is quickly approaching a time when I will need to spend every waking moment over there – painting, hanging cabinets, laying tile, refinishing the wood floors, decorating, and putting the finishing touches on it so we can begin offering it as an Airbnb. The sooner it is in use, the sooner we can begin planning/saving for the Hight House in Belton’s upgrade in Summer 2020 or finishing the work on Cottage East.

My head isn’t in the writing game. As much as I try to bend it that way, it just isn’t. I’m trying, but there is so much, so much, SO MUCH. All of it important.

I find myself wondering if I’m really a writer. Maybe I’m not. Maybe I’m still just a hobbyist.

Somehow, I’ll make it all work out.

When in Doubt…

Sometimes it feels like life is a constant start/stop of projects, ideas, and more. I feel so wishy washy, can’t I just settle on ONE plan and be done with it?

But life isn’t linear. Just when I have a good groove going with winter, spring pops up. And the gardener in me, cannot sit still and write. Instead, I’m out in the garden, dreaming of landscaping, flowers, paths, fences and more.

I fall down internet rabbit holes and spend hours paging through plants, birdbath options, and ideas for ponds.

And then, as summer edges in, and the heat starts (it will be 92 today, thank you very much!), I come back to myself and realize…

That this is NOT going to happen unless I get my crap together.

So I listed out the problems:

And then came up with some possible solutions…

I’ve also put myself on a spending freeze. I’m addicted to Facebook Marketplace, and I’m always finding gorgeous pieces of furniture, an old-fashioned mailbox I wanted for Cottage West, and so much more. That has to stop. I have to focus on what is important – getting more books out there, and marketing the ones I currently have out effectively.

A compromise. At this point, committing to write 1,000 words per day seems like too much. But writing 500 seems almost too little. Therefore, 750 words is a good in between number of words.

So, when in doubt, list it out.

The updated due dates

And hey, I’ll be 49 tomorrow! I’m entering the half-century mark of my existence on Earth. My oh my, how time does fly!

Shopping Won Over Writing Today

Em came running with the book, “I HAVE to have this!” and then how could I resist a “no mess” coloring kit for the little one?

I should be writing. This week is a “light” week when it comes to cleaning houses. Just two of them, and both are relatively quick and easy.

I snapped these up in a hurry – vintage Coca Cola boxes – just $10 each! I also found a Rubbermaid dish drainer and Em asked for the marshmallows for the party.

So I should be writing.

This gallon of Soy Vay teriyaki sauce was just $2.50. How could I pass it up? I see a lot of stir fry and teriyaki chicken recipes in our future.

But the weather has been so nice. It seems wrong somehow to be hiding inside at my computer.

I’m not much of a martini person, but these enormous mixers were just ten cents apiece. TEN CENTS! Pomegranate martinis for all my friends!

Yesterday, Em and I swept most of the pathways and half of the sidewalks free of the maple helicopter seedlings. Am I the only one, or has it been a heck of a year for those things? What do the maple trees know that we don’t? They were laying down carpets of the damn things.

Churros and chorizo…it’s a thing.

In any case, today I decided to visit a dented can outlet. Ever since my favorite outlet, Discount Groceries and More shut down, I’ve been pining for a place to go find outrageous bargains. Well, I can pine no more, for I have found the mother lode…Dirty Don’s Bargain Center.

The Oyster sauce was four for one dollar. The 2-liter Shasta sodas were all 50 cents each!

Oh…my…goodness.

Em loved the bacon jerky, I annihilated the teriyaki and the Sriracha jerky is for Dave. They were all just $1.75 each.

By the end of it, the cart was full and Em was insisting we needed to leave. Let me say that again, the cart was FULL. I spent just under $100 on what I’m pretty sure was around $600-$800 worth of retail-priced food and household goods. Seriously, take a look at this haul!

“Mama, look! These boxes are only $1.00 each!”
Each box contains eight packages of gum, each package of gum contains 18 pieces. That’s a lot of gum, folks.

I covered the entire butcher block table in the kitchen with food and household goods. Nothing cost more than $3.00 and most of it was for far less.

There is a lovely Orange Chicken recipe that I’ve made that calls for an entire jar of orange marmalade. This marmalade was only 50 cents!

Food expiration dates are not set in stone. Folks often forget that, but it’s true. You often have years more to enjoy a product than what the expiration date indicates.

Made with real cane sugar! On the right, the bacon marmalade, we will be trying that this Saturday. I’m curious to see what it tastes like!

Now, be careful, obviously. If you buy canned goods, be sure that the cans have not begun to bulge or leak.

If you live in the area, go check out Dirty Don’s in Raytown. It’s very close to the stadiums. Next time I go, I’m going to investigate the coolers better. They had all kinds of frozen foods.

Creating Our Family Trust – I Feel Like a Responsible Adult Now!

I had been talking about getting a will together for several years now. With one, possibly two, minor children in our care, having some kind of will or trust was very important.

The doing of it stumped me, though, how could I make sure my wishes were carried out? How could I ensure that my daughter would have a safe home to go to, and that whatever real estate we had was cared for until she came of age and inherited it?

We knew who we didn’t want as a guardian, and who it would be too much of a burden to ask, and I built it up in my mind as harder than it had to be. In the end, it was ridiculously simple. So much so that I wish I had done it years ago.

Did you know that only 36% of Americans with minor children have wills? In fact, even the older Baby Boomer generation is seriously lacking when it comes to wills. Only 58% of them have wills.

Without a will, any property you own goes into probate and your heirs stand to lose a solid chunk of that. You might not think you have a lot, but if you own a home, even if you haven’t paid off the mortgage yet, you have a net worth that’s worth preserving and passing on.

I keep track of every transaction, every savings account, every debt through Quicken. I was dumbfounded to see what we are worth on paper… thanks to owning four homes. Once both of the Cottages are fixed up, we will be worth around $365k. Most of it might be sunk into these buildings, but as the years progress, that number will increase.

We settled on a living trust, which will grow with us as the years pass. It establishes the trust, names executors and guardians, and clearly lays out who inherits. An added bonus is that the lawyer worded it so that if we end up adopting our foster daughter, she will automatically become an heir with her sister.

Even my books, which my heirs retain the rights to until 70 years after my death, are included in this trust. We didn’t have to state who gets what, it will simply go to my daughter, to be disbursed on her 22nd and 30th birthdays in 50% increments. And if we adopt our daughter than of course she will receive an equal share.

Any property we purchase from here on out becomes a simple act of copying the verbiage on the other deeds, and filing it as transferable on death into the trust. Which means we can sell or buy new property any time, as long as we record the properties as transferable on death to the trust, nothing else needs to be done.

It cost us a total of $1400 and I highly recommend it for simple peace of mind. It was worth every penny!

Hired Gun Rollout

I am, at heart, an auto-didact (lifetime learner). And this has helped me weather some of the less than sterling reviews of Hired Gun. Despite some of the negative comments, I am maintaining a solid four-star average on reviews and currently have received 88 in total. Here are some of the things I have learned over the past three weeks since rolling out my latest book.

No Happily Ever After = No Romance

I didn’t know. I really didn’t. My only excuse on this is that it never occurred to me to Google the question “Is a book considered a romance if it doesn’t have a happily ever after?” until after a couple of negative reviews started rolling in.

I discuss finding the proper audience below, but it wasn’t as much of a catastrophe as I first thought it might be. There were plenty of romance readers who found my sexy thriller (NOT romantic thriller) interesting and worthy of reading.

I Need to Improve Writing POV

I remember when I first began writing creatively in high school. This was in the Dark Ages when personal computers were not readily available and most document writing took some advanced knowledge of computer programming to accomplish.

In other words, it was all hand-written!

I was incredibly lucky. I attended a small private high school and my teachers (whether it was because they were tired of my complaints, or possibly saw the logic in my argument for practicing instead of just learning theory) allowed me to write creatively instead of plodding through those horrible grammar books.

I say that they saved my life. They really did. I have never forgotten it and always been so grateful. I learned about paragraph breaks, writing dialogue, story construction, and so much more.

And I have continued to learn. While dangling participles still elude me, my lesson on this book was: Stick to one point of view!

After several comments, I realized I had a real problem. It is probably something I will fix soon, because that can be very confusing and distracting for readers.

Better Foreshadowing = Happier Readers

The book description did not explicitly say that there was no Happy Ever After ending, and I also neglected to say that this was the first in a series of seven books that were intertwined and that yes, eventually there might be a happy ending (or even more than one).

I have now changed the book description to read:

Lila Benoit has finally moved into a gorgeous loft and bought a new car. Her work as a data analyst for a prestigious real estate firm is her first “real job” since graduating college. Lila hasn’t broken the law, or witnessed a crime. She’s led a quiet, uneventful life. So why is someone trying to kill her?

Shane Ellis is a hired gun, determined to do his job, and keep his clients alive, no matter who is trying to kill them. Shane lives by and enforces The Code, a strict set of rules that have given his clients the highest survival rate – despite the dangers they have faced. Follow The Code and you stay alive.

But Shane isn’t prepared for Lila, sexy, stubborn, and determined to ignore his rules. And Lila isn’t prepared for what he will do when she breaks each and every one of them.

If you like sexy thrillers that don’t necessarily end in happily ever after…

If you prefer a wild ride filled with suspense, twists and action…

If you are into complicated plots and multiple book series…

Then you really need to start reading Book 1 of the Benton Security Services series today!

“All I can say is wow – what a thrill ride!” – Pamela Mitchell

“Smoking hot with lots of twists and turns.” – JM

“Shuck’s foray into a sexy thriller is long overdue” – Kerrie McLoughlin

Better With Every Book

I am learning and growing with every book I write. Thanks to personal feedback from readers and friends I am reminded to take my time with each book and not rush things. I won’t be doing any more pre-orders on books as a result. The book will be ready when the book is ready, and not a minute before.

Marketing = Finding MY Audience

I was listening to a great podcast the other day. The host was talking about marketing and he pointed out that marketing does not have to be a bad word. For most writers, all we want to do is write. We don’t want to write ad copy, or follow trends, or analyze sales data. We just want to write our stories and share them with others.

But the truth of the matter is, just as we don’t read everything, neither do others. We write (hopefully) what we would enjoy reading and the purpose of marketing is not necessarily to sell our books to everyone, it is to sell our books to those who will enjoy reading the books.

Thus, I continue working on writing ad copy that I would find interesting and want to read.

This is a good thing. If I find an audience who, like me, enjoys my stories, then I will have better reviews as a result. Instead of marketing to a romance audience, if I market to the thriller audience for Hired Gun, things will go smoother!

Back to Basics

With all of the audio rollout, the hours of listening to the words and suggesting changes on four of the five books, I haven’t gotten much writing done.

Couple with that my yearning to garden (I remain as much a gardener as I am a writer) now that the weather allows for such things, I have been thoroughly distracted.

Life is full of multiple priorities, and as usual I struggle with each change to our ever-changing schedule.

I also find myself making lists, and plans, and plotting world domination through massive book production that would only work if I were living alone on a mountaintop and doing nothing but writing, eating and sleeping. And perhaps going light on the eating and sleeping part.

I dream of the day in which I do have 20 or even 30 books published, but I also have to be realistic. And the truth of the matter is, when I focus on writing and producing to the exclusion of the rest of my duties, all I do is get myself stressed out. Nothing happens then – not writing, nor much of anything else.

So, back to the simple task of writing 500 words per day. Over the past three days, I’ve written around 1,300. Not bad when you consider that the first day, it was eight in the evening when I decided to jump back into it.

500 words a day. Every day. More if I want, less if life gets in the way, but the goal will be there – 500 words a day.

Things I’ve Learned and Earnings for 1st Quarter 2019

As always, I’ve learned plenty in the last couple of weeks and months. I want to share that with you along with my 1st Quarter earnings for 2019. Read on…

Be Flexible

In my newsletter, I promised I would write a short story called “Take the Shot” but despite all good intentions, each time I sit down to write it, my brain slides sideways. It tells me, “Nope, not going to happen right now.”

And as I tried to push it this morning, it rebelled and began to dig its heels in. Fine, I thought, a short story HAS to be written today. So if not Take the Shot, then what?

In Scrivener, I have a file called Kapalaran Universe (Kapalaran is the Filipino word for fate) in which I keep all of my short stories. Whether the short stories are associated with War’s End, G581, the Chronicles of Liv Rowan, or Hired Gun – they are all here under one roof. And as I scanned down the list, I found Secret to Survival – a short story set in G581’s universe.

As with most of my short stories, this adds to a storyline, giving details of a character or circumstance I mention in passing.

I’m working on it today, along with adding a couple of ideas to Smoke and Steel as I flesh out Book 2 of Benton Security Services. I will continue to flesh out and outline Book 2 as I work on Glass Forest, Book 1 of the Chronicles of Liv Rowan.

Back at It – Lessons Finished or Not

I’m learning to listen to my gut. When it tells me “stop” I stop. When it tells me “go” I try to go.

I still don’t feel like I have a handle on the whole marketing thing, but I’ve made some improvements. I’m currently compiling a new list of keywords to point my Amazon ads to for Hired Gun. I think they will pay off. I’ll continue to try to weave in some learning, but I could feel the need to write rising within me. It’s something I cannot ignore.

I think that, overall, the reviews I’ve received from the Hidden Gems ARC reviewers has really served to inspire me. I’m ready to dive back in and give them book 2, but that is firmly behind Glass Forest and then G581: Zarmina’s World.

Although, who knows, things change on a dime around here. My job is simply to flow with it, and get as much writing done as possible!

First Quarter 2019

I’m still learning, still struggling to keep advertising costs low and increase sales. I still have a long way to go. Here are the numbers. A whole mess of them!

January:

Income from eBook Sales: $     97.93
Income from Paperback Sales: $     238.85
KDP Pages Read Income: $      16.99
Total eBooks Sold34
Total paperbacks sold85
Avg Daily Income of: $       11.41
Total Gross Sales: $    353.77
Advertising Costs $    218.38
Net Profit: $    135.39
% of Profits Paid to Advertising:62%
% of $2k income goal:7%

February:

Income from eBook Sales: $     112.35
Income from Paperback Sales: $         84.28
KDP Pages Read Income: $         83.12
Total eBooks Sold37
Total paperbacks sold30
Avg Daily Income of: $          9.02
Total Gross Sales: $      279.75
Advertising Costs $      222.20
Net Profit: $        57.55
% of Profits Paid to Advertising:79%
% of $2k income goal:3%

March:

Income from eBook Sales: $        85.22
Income from Paperback Sales: $      114.63
KDP Pages Read Income: $       97.16
Total eBooks Sold24
Total paperbacks sold38
Avg Daily Income of: $         9.58
Total Gross Sales: $     297.01
Marketing Costs$ 145.08
Net Profit: $     151.93
% of Profits Paid to Advertising:49%
% of $2k income goal:8%

Net Income for 1st Quarter 2019: $344.87

Total # of ebooks sold: 95

Total # of paperbacks sold: 153

Percentage of sales by book:

  • Get Organized, Stay Organized: 87%
  • The Storm: 5%
  • A Brave New World: 3%
  • G581: The Departure: 2%
  • An Old Wives Tale: .03%
  • Hired Gun: 2% (pretty good when you consider it was only for sale on the last day of the quarter)
  • Schicksal Turnpike: 0%

In other words? Writing is not a get rich quick scheme.

Keep in mind these numbers do not reflect any costs for book covers, editing costs, narrator fees for turning five of my books into audiobooks, or ads or description (blurb) writing services.

Listing those would simply put me in a very deep hole income-wise.

I am not of the opinion that art is for art’s sake. Yes, writing is my passion. And I dearly love to hear from readers (seriously, email me, it will make my day). But I keep my eyes firmly on the prize. There will be a day when all of this pays off. I believe in it deeply. It can happen and I’m looking forward to that day and working hard to make it happen.

It will get better. I know it. And you will get the chance to see it from front-row seats. I hope you are enjoying watching the journey.