A tenth printing

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.

Comments

ct said…
Your book sat among many on the table at Barnes and Noble. But is was the one that I had to take home like the stray on the cover. Thank you for writing it, I saw myself in your words.
Anonymous said…
Makes me feel guilty for getting my free autographed copy at ALA. Hope they figure these in when they calculate royalties...or is this under the heading of marketing?

Regardless, I'm honored to have it.