Reviews = 3
Sales = 6

Kindle Store Best Sellers Rank: 379,757, 27,869 in Historical Romance (Books),121,131 in Romance (Kindle Store) Amazon Paperback Best Sellers Rank: 211,369 in Books, 5,413 in War Story Fiction, 13,389 in Travel & Tourism (?)

Travel & Tourism? Going to have to look at that SEO, methinks. Still, three times as many sales as the last report and things are on the up. It won’t be long until I have forced all my family to buy one. Ansd then it’s you, friends.

Reviews = 3
Sales = 2

Well, it’s out there. After five or six editorial passes I was still picking up grammatical things and ideally somebody else would have done those passes but I’m a struggling author self-publishing. I also have an over-inflated sense of my own editorial skill. I’m sure more gremlins will come to light.

Reviews have been 100% positive so far. All three of them. Early days though.

Reviews = 1/2
Sales = 0

OK, the woman is my wife. She may well not have a balanced and objective view of my writing output. I’m counting her tears as half a review as, at the very least, the words I had written had an effect on a real human being. Her feedback on the plotting and characters was sufficient validation for me to press the button on the publishing process. Now we just have to wait for the platforms to approve – or reject – the document. Watch this space.

Reviews = 0
Sales = 0

No, I’m not going to be the dick in the coffee shop pecking earnestly away at the laptop. I did, however, get some writing done in the privacy of our cabin at Camping Tucan in Lloret de mar, between sitting by the pool and drinking beer. I was pretty sunburned after Day One on the beach (stupid me, underestimating the fierceness of the sun) and consequently couldn’t sleep very well.

I had been writing Pernkopf’s Atlas for about a year at this point. Writing seriously, that is. Parts of the story had been in my head for much longer. Other parts simply would not resolve themselves into story form. I knew where the narrative needed to go. I was able to write some parts out of sequence. And then, suddenly, anti-climactically, I reached the end.

Now time for a paper edit with a good old-fashioned red pen. I know I should engage somebody else to do it, for all sorts of reasons, but I’m too mean.