As God is my witness, I’m as surprised as you are. Amazon decided to sell Tales From The Fermi Resolution for four bucks and twenty-four cents. I have no idea why that number, nor do I care: my cut remains intact. So now is the time to get that book in print! Hell, buy ten and hand them out as Christmas presents. Or buy a hundred, and hand them out on Halloween. Now is the time to take advantage of Amazon’s desperation…
Not gonna lie: I’ve had better sales months (even when I take Fright Reads sales in account). But if you’re looking for new and exciting Christmas gifts, my books would be perfect for that. They’re also a touch underpriced (and likely to become moreso, in this economy, so you’ll do well out of doing good.
It does feel socially awkward. But! Buying my books makes me money. I use the money to pay for publishing more books. That gives people more of my books to read. It then follows that people who like my books should tell other people to buy my books, so that they can feed their own my-books habit. Helping out with that is clearly more important than my own personal feelings.
So, yeah. Buy my books! Or tell somebody else to buy my books! That works, too.
So now is the time to pick up all four of my chapbooks (ANAGNORISIS, REVISIONARY, DECISIONS, and DUTIES) while they’re still on 99 cent sale! Four stories (a mix of spooky, horror, and fantasy) in each book (32K words total per book, more or less), each with its own illustration. Sale ends Saturday! Pick them up now, tomorrow, whenever, as long as you pick them up!
Or, you know, read them wherever. I’m not fussy about things like that. The important thing is that you improve your life, and my life, by buying my books. You do have an essential regard for yourself, right? You want to be happy, don’t you? Because it’s all right for you to be happy. If somebody’s told you that it’s not, I think you should look at their lives. I think that you’ll find that those lives are full of anger, and pettiness, and endless drama. Doesn’t it sound nicer to not be like that kind of person?
(And if you can’t do it on your own, it’s okay to go to some kind of therapy about it. I understand that you don’t want to get addicted to it, or anything, but that just means you have to be careful. You can get addicted to painkillers, too — but if you’ve just had surgery, you’re not any less of a person for temporarily needing the painkillers. If you have bad vision, you’re not any less of a person for needing to wear glasses. And if you have trauma or issues that you can’t treat on your own, you’re not any less of a person for using a professional to direct your mental recovery.)
PS …Err, right. Buy my books for Labor Day! Or, you know, anything else that’s both ethical, and makes you happy.
I didn’t really want to write any Tom Vargas today, but part of Chapter 2 popped into my head. I thought it’d be wise to get that down, before I forgot it. So here’s some of the new book, in its rawest form.
Already my third-best revenue month, but last month I had a special sale of MORGAN BAROD for LibertyCon, and that skewed things. It’s gonna be a while yet before I reach the halcyon days of the first two months of the FROZEN DREAMS release, but that’s all right. There is a system. Things are progressing.
Anyway: tell people to buy my books! It’ll be good for them. And, well, obviously me, too.
So, I have a Patreon. You can find it in the link below, and it happens to be the single largest regular revenue generator I have. It’s the reason why I can *almost* publish a novel a year (I’m still in the stage of using Kickstarters to make up the difference, which is something that I’d like to phase out as soon as I practically can). Right now I’m at a point where I’m doing a short story and RPG campaign material every month, and microfiction every week. I flatter myself that the stuff is good. It’s certainly good enough that I can publish the fiction in chapbooks later without embarrassment!