This month will mark the seventh anniversary of the release of my first — and still highest-selling — book.
It was a niche book and it made some minor waves in that space, to the point where it even climbed all the way to #2 in that category on Amazon. It didn’t stay there long, however, and my name never cracked the “Wealthiest Writers” listicles.
It never will.
There are only a few things that have really changed my life. My children, certainly. My wife, of course. There are maybe one or two others that could be included — business school, for example — but one thing that I would include in that category without hesitation is the website CreateSpace.
It’s been an interesting year for all of us, but for me, this was even more true.
I know what you’re thinking.
My baby turns four years-old today. No, not my daughter, though she does turn 4 next month. Today, we celebrate my other, first baby.
Regardless of how you measure such things, The Martian is an unqualified success.
Over the weekend, I attended a reception near my hometown for Blydyn Square Books, a small publisher in the area that I first became aware of when I reviewed one of the first books it released, a novel by Everett De Morier titled Thirty-Three Cecils.
Of all the ups and downs that parenthood brings, one of the best is seeing Christmas through a child’s eyes again. Life often makes us cynical and sometimes it takes a fresh perspective to remind us of who we used to be.
When someone learns that my books are self-published, they often sneer as if they don’t exist at all.
Oh, so you’re not really published. Your books aren’t, like, real.
No? If you type my name into the search bar at the top of the Amazon page, you’ll find a list of all eight of my books, ready to be ordered in physical or electronic format, just like J.K. Rowling or Ryan Holiday or James Patterson.
The Passion of Christopher Pierznik 