Facebook just
flashed up a memory from New Year's Eve 2014 where I declared that I
was going to begin a self-publishing venture (and also predicted that
Joe Mauer would contend for another batting title).
In 2015 I sold
105 copies of the three titles published. I published two more in
2016 and totaled an even 100 for all five novels. For whatever reason
sales plummeted this year: now six titles combined for a meager 19
books sold. Each book has sold less than the one before—which, I
believe, is the opposite of how things are supposed to work.
On the other
hand: I'm having a blast writing these books. With everything that
could've brought me down in '17, writing has kept me sane and sober.
That's your upside to an 81% drop in sales.