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Creating in retrospect

I was pretty happy to see that Kindle sale of Book One the other day, because it had been a while. Just to think some stranger is reading my work is a dream come true, and it offers me a sense of responsibility. People want their money's worth, and time is money. I have to think my efforts, although not perfect, (hence the four-stars out of five) will be worth the time for fans of epic fantasy. It is when the non-fantasy reader enjoys my story that it really confirms I did something right.

Maybe that is the lesson for newbie writers like me -- not everyone is going to like your story, but a surprising few others will. But even here it gets strange. I feel like that painter that paints, but his/her works rarely sell and sit in piles about their studio.
People ask me how many books have sold, and I have to say, I don't really know.
A bunch through Createspace; some through friends and family; and even those unusual sales my mom seems to dredge up from perfect strangers. I've signed more books than I'd like to admit; family and people I know, mostly, and it is strange and humbling, but mostly cool.

Back to the painter thing. Although relatively unknown, that painter goes on. There's more stuff to paint; more beauty to create. And readership or not, my story goes on. My time with Andro Rhine and gang is far from over. Join in the fun, if you like; and like I say -- immerse yourself

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