While there are many chasing the bestselling dream, I’m happy with reality.
I probably see the profiles of hundreds if not thousands of authors, who crown themselves as ‘bestselling author’ along with other superlative adjectives on social media each month. However, we all know that there are very few bestselling authors.
The truth of the matter is that there are only a handful of bestselling self-published authors, who make a half-decent income, as this article, Only 40 Self-Published Authors are a Success, says Amazon, points out.
Therefore, one must conclude that there are a hell of a lot of self-published authors out there who embellish the truth, a little bit, or a lot.
But that is not for me to worry about because I don’t use superlatives. I just write books and hope people read them. Oh, of course, it’s even better if they buy them and then read them. But this isn’t always the case in the current market of free ebooks aplenty.
Yet, every month without fail, Amazon sends me my royalty payments from the US, UK and elsewhere for paperback, ebooks and Kindle Unlimited page reads, which is enough proof for me that I can honestly boast that I am a selling author. No, selling is not a superlative adjective, only a plain old adjective, but I like it.
Selling means my books are being read and that some people do pay for them. Sure, others read my books for free, but sometimes leave a nice review, so that’s cool too.
Do I make enough from book sales to live on? No.
Do I make enough to keep me writing? Yes. That will do nicely.
If the day ever comes, though, when I sell 10,000 books in one single month, well, then I might consider upping my author adjective to a moderate superlative. But I doubt I will ever have the need to do so.
I’m happy with my lot of being a selling author – who more than likely quietly outsells hundreds, if not thousands of superlative appended authors every month.