Picture for a moment, taking the Titanic, and then putting the iceberg that hit it, on top of it.
Think that would go down fast?
It was nothing to the speed my books passed through the Amazon kindle store. One moment they were there, the next they had plummeted into obscurity.
Didn’t you see the illustrations that I paid…?
All those thoughts went through my head.
Reality had just taken my bubble of enthusiasm and stuck it’s biggest and sharpest pin in it.
It didn’t matter. The books were a flop. And a costly flop at that.
Taking it on the chin, I could have said that maybe the stories were a little weak, didn’t strike a cord with the audience, or had been any number of factors I didn’t take account for.
That was fine, I’m a big boy and no one got hurt. But I was still $250 out of pocket.
If I’d set fire to it, it would have kept my hands warm for a little while.
As it was now, I’d nothing to show for it. Well, I had, I had two great looking picture books that no one wanted to see.
It was only then that I questioned the sanity of hiring an illustrator.
Not that the illustrator had done anything wrong, it was me.