Today I got an update on the hard numbers on the first run of my book, now out a year. Of the whole (smallish) print run, about 40% have sold. 50% remain. The rest, I assume, have been given away by the press as review or author's or prize copies (which, I have to admit, is pretty cool).
Honestly, there is a part of me that is disappointed that this book hasn't been a runaway success, selling out its first print run in less than a year.
Another part of me acknowledges that 40% is not too bad in this day and age.
Another part hopes that sales will go up when reviews really start coming out (only one so far, that I know of).
But the one lonely small, sane voice in my head tells me that it's not about the numbers, that I wrote a damn fine book that I can be proud of, and that that was my main goal all along. I'm gonna go ahead and listen to that voice for a while. Damn right, I will.