Richard Wright

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King of Books

August 14, 2016 by Richard Wright in Journal, Writing

Flesh Market

I now declare The Flesh Market KING OF ALL THE BOOKS!

Well not all the books. Not even some of them, really. Just the ones I wrote.

KING OF ALL THE BOOKS I WROTE!

Doesn’t sound as good. Seriously. You’re bringing me down guys. Why you bringing me down?

Sad face.

Nope. Nope, I’m still happy. In the last couple of weeks The Flesh Market  has sold more copies than any other book I’ve self-published. Full stop. Cuckoo is no longer my best-selling novel*. It has been left in the dust. Bye bye Cuckoo.

As you should know, because of how I’ve been telling you here, I’ve been running a series of sales on my novels, one at a time, since April. Of the first three books Cuckoo did the best business by a considerable margin, selling around 300 copies. I was cock-a-hoop with that, and already resigned to it being the most successful one.

This month The Flesh Market has sold over 1600 copies and counting. I’ve now sold over 2000 books since April. Even at its discounted rate, it’s paid for all of my projected writing expenses for the year (mostly rolling costs for this website, and a bit of advertising around each of the sales), breaking me even and putting me in profit.

Breaking even was my sole business ambition this year. Done that. Moving on.

How does it actually compare with other books of the world? Don’t know. Don’t really care. The other books of the world can have their own special parties as befits the whims of their authors. This one is mine.

If you bought it, thank you. If you told somebody else to buy it, thank you for that too. If you haven’t given it a whirl yet, now’s the time.

Of course, it’s not the business bit that makes me happiest (though, yeah, it helps). It’s knowing that so many more people are going to try that story. That’s what I do. I tell stories. Stories need readers to make them come alive. The Flesh Market just found a tonne of readers. Life is good.

Onwards and upwards. The book will be on sale for at least the rest of this month. Later in the year, probably around Halloween, the last book in the Lomax trilogy will be released. Behind the scenes, both Thy Fearful Symmetry and The Flesh Market are receiving the audiobook treatment, and will hopefully be released before the end of 2016 (Craven Place has been looking lonely as my sole audiobook).

And even deeper down? A novel that has been waiting for years to be finished. Circumstances have conspired to prevent me from doing anything with this one, but circumstances might soon change. Cryptic? Oh yes. And then there’s the big and secret project, a globespanning thing that makes my head hurt so much to think about that the only way to puzzle through it is to write. It starts on board the Lightmare Express, with a gentleman and an anarchist, and I have no idea where it will end up.

It’s shaping up to be an excellent year.


*This is an exceptional relief. No writer really wants their most successful thing to be that thing they wrote twenty years ago when they were a mere slip of a lad/lass.

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