So Friday afternoon, I had a little bit of a nice surprise.
It had been a lovely day really. It was Boatman’s birthday, I had submitted a dreaded assignment, and the kids were so happy to be on school holidays that they just played happily together while I pottered in the kitchen making birthday cake. (BTW, I used this recipe and it was Amaze-balls!)
So I’m icing away, and my phone sends off its little notification signal, and I glance over it to see what app is notifying me (why do they all sound the same?), and discover it’s an email. Now generally speaking, I don’t jump for emails (unless I’m really desperate), but the three words that were on my screen intrigued me, so I opened it, to discover it was a purchase order for my book.
Remember my book?
Yeah I had forgotten about it too.
Truth be told, recently I’ve been a little down on the whole ‘I wrote and self-published’ a book thing. It, and I know that about a hundred (or maybe five) people will disagree with me in saying this, but it feels a little lame. I think because I know more now, so I would have done it differently. Or possibly not at all. And I write better now. At least I think I do. I know a few more words to use or not at the very least.
Anyway, I’ve been down on it, in a very ‘let’s not draw attention to it kind of way,’ and pretend it never happened. Which is a tad ridiculous, but so am I.
Recently I read a book (or part read a book because it was very long and very involved), on how to be this mad self publisher who would make oodles of money from writing ebooks, and be able to do nothing but come up with stories for the rest of their existence. It was a reasonably good book, but probably not if you’re already doubting your own ability, because you have to know you can do it. Plus, the whole premise of the story was that you had to have more than writing ability to be a good self-publisher; you’ve got to be business savvy, and have a butt load of confidence, something which I tend to lack. Someone who does this really well is Leanne from Deep Fried Fruit. She invests a huge amount in to Cheer Chick Charlie and it’s paying off. I wish I could rub shoulders with her a little more and catch some of her gusto.
But anyway, so I’ve been a bit down and wondering what to do with this book that I still believe in, but struggle to market, and then last Friday along came a purchase order. Three cheers for Koorong Book Store everyone!
Koorong was the first shop to take actual copies of Diary of a SAHM and put it on the shelves (and website), and now they’ve asked for more! It’s all very exciting, and very encouraging, particularly when it comes out of left field. And it makes me think that maybe I need to back myself a little bit more.
So this morning I was pulling out books to send to them, and I noticed that several were damaged in the move to South Australia. (The perils of a storage container with a camper trailer in it.) The damage is not overly significant, but enough that they can’t be sold, so I’ve decided to do a little (kind of) giveaway.
I’ve got five books, with various marks or scuffs on them, and I’m happy to send them to the first five people who ask. Having said that, I do want to make sure everyone is aware this is a personal reflection on Christian Parenting; it’s not going to be everyone’s cup of tea, and I get that.
Secondly, I’m going to ask for $3 for postage. I was going to absorb the cost myself, but I’ve decided against in on account of the fact that you’re more likely to read something you’ve invested in, and I would really love these to go to good homes. Which makes them sound like puppies, but I guarantee they won’t wee on your floor or keep you up all night. 😉
And in a shameless plug, if you’re looking for a great gift idea for Mother’s Day, you can buy a perfect copy from this here website. Or Koorong now as well. It would be cool if they ran out again. 🙂
So who would like a copy?
(And if you don’t want one, that’s fine too. 🙂 )