The Dogs Who Found Me has gone back for a tenth printing. Or maybe its an eleventh. In any case, its good news, although I had a bet with someone that it would reach a twelth printing by the end of the year, and that might not quite happen.
So certainly I'm rolling in money now, right? Not at all. In fact, I haven't seen a cent from any of these sales, which is totally standard for the way the book business works. Writers get paid twice a year, so at the end of the year, I may get money for the sales from January through June (or in this case March through June); and next summer I may get paid for sales from July through December. But then there are all kinds of quirky accounting logistics, so its hard to plan for any payment at all. Hopefully, when all is said and done, I'll at least break even.
Possibly, I'll do better than that.