I received an e-mail stating that the Google ad has been seen "+/- 10,000" this week, which could mean almost anything, technically. However, I choose to believe that some eyes have fallen upon the ad at some point in the last seven days, and I hope that some of those same eyes have looked their way toward the website. Of course, the link to the books is not currently working, so that's a bit of an issue, but, hey - it's a work in progress, right?

I am desperately not wanting to work at my "day job" today, and itching to write. It doesn't sound like I'll be able to get back to it any time soon, unfortunately - such is the interruption of my fantasy life by the vagaries of "real-real".

All in good time, I tell myself. This writing career, if such it is, has been an exercise in character building. Patience is a virtue. If things continue as they are, I will cultivate that virtue in time...in lots and lots of time.

Wow, that last post was really depressing, wasn't it? Gotta love mood swings... It's all better now. Better living through pharmaceuticals. ;)

Sacrifice is now available as an ebook through Lulu.com and on Amazon.com, which is exciting. We have a little ad that pops up on internet searches (primarily through bing.com) about vampire books. It's all going slowly in the right direction.

If only I had massive amounts of free money sitting about, just waiting to be used for marketing... then I could afford a Facebook ad and a limited print run. Since I have yet to hit the lottery, though, that will all have to wait until later.

I'm back to retyping Nightchild, which I'm not totally hating. That's a good sign. I'm getting itchy to get back to Catherine's Wheel, but all in due time.

As I anticipated, the release of the second book was greeted with mostly silence, along with one deferral of interest until I can sink the (copious amounts of money I don't have) into a print run.

Crickets.

Being asked why nobody wants my work is almost as bad as the fact that nobody wants it, not even those who were allegedly looking forward to its release and who supposedly support me.

I'm learning that I really am writing just for myself, because it's painfully clear that nobody else really gives a fuck.