Last week, Angry Sheep Publishing got the okay to sell books on Google Play. As part of the application process, I had to let them know how many books I'd be uploading. And so I counted them up because I couldn't remember.
Then this week, the question came up again when we were going over family income with a bank mortgage officer. (Yeah, we've decided to look for a house in West Bumfuck, Ohio. My condition for staying here is that I get an actual office that's a separate room in the new house.)
Long-term writers have said again and again that after so many years they forgot how many stories they had written. Part of me didn't believe them. I couldn't imagine forgetting any of the worlds I'd created.
But it's starting to happen.
Part of it can be attributed to age. Part of it is due to stress. Part of it is just my head getting full of new ideas, so the old ones that have been completed get tossed into a long-term storage unit. Literally. LOL
But you know something? It's all okay. Because it means I have the career I wanted. And that's a pretty damn good thing.
Oh, and the number? A Modicum of Truth and Sacrificed will be my thirty-ninth and fortieth releases respectively. And that's only what Angry Sheep has released. It doesn't count the stories I've licensed to a third party for publishing.
I love this job!
Free Fiction Monday: Snow Day
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When Gabriella finds herself stranded at O’Hare airport because of an epic
snowstorm, she hopes she will still make it to Thanksgiving dinner with her
fami...
16 hours ago
Whee! Go you! :D
ReplyDeleteAnd best of luck on your house-with-an-office. That'd be wonderful, seriously. [envyenvy]
Angie
Building the business, living the life! LOL We did look a house last Saturday that would have been perfect if not for the leak in the basement.
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