All right, I admit it. I’m greedy. Not just about that last chocolate glazed doughnut, either. Turns out that I’m a greedy author. When I first finished my book, I thought if ten people read it, I’d be happy.
Well, ten people did read it and I am happy and … I want more.
Considering the amount of unknown authors out there hitting the magic of the internet with self-publishing zeal, I should be happy that even ten people found my book and took a chance on it.
Also, I write M/M romance, not everyone’s read of choice, so yes, not expecting to be another Steven King here but…
Like Oliver Twist I open my laptop everyday thinking, “Please, Sir, I want more.”