This morning I had an email from a friend, Melissa Pearl
(writer of the Time Spirit trilogy) entitled “Just Noticed!!” I opened it,
thinking she had some great news to share. She’s had a lot of novel excitement
lately—book readings, library interest, etc. But what she notice wasn’t
anything about her book, it was about mine.
I’m not one of those authors who knows all the ins and outs
of Amazon and their tags, lists, discussions, etc. I always feel overwhelmed by
the wealth of information. Plus, it just gives me more to get stressed about.
But today it was good news. My book was listed number one in young adult time
travel. Melissa was giddy for me. And, of course, I couldn’t find it. So I
figured I must have gotten tossed off the list—list rankings on Amazon change
faster than the weather. And then, Matt sat at my computer. Click. Type. Click.
“Here it is.” And here it is. (You can click on it if you want to see it enlarged.)
I’m beginning to feel like one of those pathetic relatives
that everyone snickers about behind their back and says, “Bless her heart, she’s
so ignorant.” And what will I do when all the kids move away from home? I don’t
want to be the annoying relative who calls and says, “How do I...” I keep
telling myself that once I have more time, I’ll experiment and figure out how
it all works. But then I remember how I emailed everyone I’ve ever
known/contacted including numerous NY literary agents and asked them to be my
GoodReads friend. I’m guessing I’d rather be the whining relative than the “scary”
author who wants to be “friends” with strangers.
