Life Is Weird: From Near Despair to Bestseller
July 11, 2015
Yesterday, I was in a bit of a panic that my precious poetry chapbook would not sell enough copies to warrant its publication.
Curious at several claims by my publisher on the internet that my book was their current bestseller (see above), I called the only person I imagined might be responsible for such largesse: my mom.
Mostly, I was afraid that she had made good on her earlier suggestion (which I had strongly discouraged) that she might buy 100 copies of my book. Obviously, I want people to buy the book, but no one needs that many copies of anything--even if you did happen to give birth to the author.
It turns out that, yes, my mother purchased a large quantity of books (25), which she hopes to sell at family reunions and a book signing (as yet completely unscheduled) at my hometown library.
I like her optimism and entrepreneurial spirit.
I hope she makes her money back.
In the meantime, I'm going to enjoy my bestseller status, which I imagine will last until someone else's mom buys an unnecessary quantity of poetry.