Do all of them sell regularly? No.
Does it matter? Also, no.
Does it freak me out as a writer? Absolutely not.
But as a reader? The thing that bothers me is that I won't live long enough to read all of them.
Seriously.
The thing is reading trends come and go. What's hot today won't be hot tomorrow, and vice versa. Believe it or not, I love that this many books are available!
We live in a time of plenty. (Here it comes!) When I was a kid (TM), I was forced to read the same dang books over and over because there simply wasn't enough books available.
Now? Now, we're living in glorious abundance! We can find any subgenre of genre we could want. In the mood for a certain trope? It's there! Any older book you loved five, ten, fifty, one hundred years ago? You might be able to find it again! There's no limit!
So, who's complaining about the abundance? The authors who feel that readers owe them a living.
I've never really understood this. In fact, there's a couple of well-known authors who have been and still complain about the tsunami of swill from those of us who started indie publishing from the beginning of the Kindle Age.
Here's the thing those authors don't get. As a reader, I've tried their books. They are not bad writers. It's just their stories aren't my thing.
And that's all right, too.
Just like I know my stories aren't probably their thing. It doesn't make my stories swill.
But with 44,000,000 books out there, it makes it harder for a voracious reader to read EVERYTHING.
At least in this lifetime.
You see, my idea of an awesome afterlife is a gigantic library. One where I can read as much as I want, where my tea is the perfect temperature and my plate is full of cookies. And by the time I finish the current 44,000,000 books, another 44,000,000 will have been written and ready for me to read.
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