Since I last posted, I’ve gone through all the agonies of a new mother, wondering how the baby tucked away in the incubator that is Amazon’s pre-order phase, was going to do. The delivery date has come and gone and now I have another web-page to obsess over. I had kept myself busy, watching my pre-orders, happy that someone was willing to take a chance on the first book by a new author.
Then, when I was tweaking my author page at Amazon, I discovered a spot where I can watch my sales stats go up (or down) on an hourly basis. After my book was released into the wilds of the Amazon book jungle, its ranking among the millions of books Amazon has available began to take a dizzying ride. Fortunately I had to be away from my computer most of the day yesterday so I was able to keep my obsessive nature from clicking refresh endlessly to see how my ‘baby’ was doing. I’m home today, however, and so far the changing numbers are keeping me breathless with anticipation to see how well my book is actually selling!
Roller coaster of a ride
My observation so far is that royalty figures tell the real story, since my book’s Amazon best-seller ranking appears to fluctuate radically without a corresponding jump in sales. The first ranking for ‘Toasted to Death‘ that I saw was in the mid-400,000 range, which I was happy with, it was early minutes yet. The next time I was in front of my computer the ranking had suddenly jumped to the 200,000 range. That sight reassured me glad that it was moving up. The next jump was another big one, right up to the 90,000 mark. Then I started to get excited since the handy calculator that I found from Dave Chesson at Kindlepreneur told me that I was suddenly selling 4 books a day.
Back down into another valley though as I spent my evening casually checking the sales ranking of ‘Toasted to Death‘ every so often (not more than once a minute though…) watching the ranking swoop through an assortment of peaks and valleys, all without any correspondence in sales being made. Obviously my book was benefiting from shifts by other books in the sales ranking.
A new day dawns…
Today it’s a work so I’m going to be facing my computer screen for most of the day. Sadly, my fantasy about my first novel skyrocketing to overnight success and achieving the glory that undoubtedly comes with being the #1 new release in cozy mysteries did not come true but still, it’s early hours yet. My best-seller ranking is climbing as I type, even though no sales are visible yet on my Amazon dashboard.
There has been one sale recorded for my baby, which probably means that I have only 44,952 more steps to go in the sales ranking before I reach the dizzying heights of being the #1 new release — yes, as I’ve been typing this, the sales ranking of ‘Toasted to Death’ has jumped again by 50%, putting me in the rarified air of 45,000 — give or take a few digits — on the best sellers ranking. Go little book go!
On another topic…
I’m hard at work plotting out the second installment of the Gramma’s Off her Rocker cozy mystery series. Sinnin’ Buns carries on with barely a pause from where Toasted to Death left off. Prince Engalychev is due any minute at The Hollow and Jane is in a dither about what to say to him. After all, how do you greet the person you think may be the biological father of your daughter-in-law? Never mind that he also appears to be the mostly likely suspect in the death of your husband, AND he is the financial backer of the survivalist group that the FBI has tasked your daughter and her husband with infiltrating.
Aside from a Russia billionaire coming to stay, there are secretive meetings scheduled between an Archbishop who is breaking away from his Russian Orthodox roots and the Vatican representative who wants to gather the Archbishop and his flock back to the Catholic fold. Then there are is the tiny white box that Charlie’s landscapers have just dug up at the center of three heart-shaped soaking pools. Is that a bone that one of them is holding up? Just another day of mystery for Jane and her eclectic group of grandmothers who call Gram’s Place home.
No use trying to stop or block her,
Now that Gramma’s off her rocker!