I am a pretty simple guy. I go to work, dispense pearls of wisdom on my kids, procrastinate important tasks, and fall asleep watching Adult Swim just like everybody else. Yesterday, something jolted my relatively mundane lifestyle. So I wrote this book, Fabric of Man. I can’t really explained why. It just happened. Put the book on Amazon a year ago and the world yawned. Last August, at the advice of some close friends, I changed things around, some on-line marketing, new book cover, and promoted it a bit. I even sent out some query letters. You know, all the things that real authors do.
To my amazement, people noticed the book. Fabric has been in the top 100 of techno thrillers since August 2012. It bounces around in the 10,000 to 15,000 range of all books sold on Amazon. Not too bad for a nobody author. Then, yesterday happened. I was actually writing a piece on retail sales growth in China (that’s what people pay me to do) and apparently Amazon’s sales tracking software fell apart. Fabric sold more on January 15th, than the last ten days combined. It jumped into the top 10 of all techno-thrillers, nestled in between B.V. Larson and Jack Silkstone. Hold on, those guys are real authors. I’m just a guy. Remarkably, Fabric hit the top 2,000 of all books sold on Amazon. Huh? I have no idea why this happened. I can’t even get an agent to take the time to send me a pithy rejection email.
So, while I wait for Amazon to send me an apology email explaining that someone else’s sales results were inadvertently posted to my account, I will enjoy my time in the sun.