I have neglected my Friday Snippets long enough, but here is number fifty in all its literary splendor.
From Marie’s Journey, the fourth installment in The Ginecean Chronicles:
“Sit on the stool and give me your left arm.” The order was given with a tired tone. The old woman must have gone through myriads of branding. She turned to her right to open a big tome lying on a low table.
Marie sat as told, but before completing the task and raising her arm, she asked, “What’s your name?”
The older woman raised her eyes from the book and looked over the brazier. Surprise was soon replaced by interest in her wary gaze. “Why do you want to know? Nobody’s ever asked before.”
“So you won’t forget about me.” Marie kept her eyes on her.
The older woman tilted her head by the side, the orange-red coals illuminated the lower part of her face and her uneven teeth shone unexpectedly white when a grin spread through her face. “They call me Mala.”
“Marie.” She raised her arm then and watched as Mala chose between several branding tools neatly arranged on a low table on her left.
Still here, still alive. Four days of mad tweeting, begging, and cajoling. Most of the begging and the cajoling though has taken places in the last three weeks. In case you were wondering, ENT works. Meanwhile, I discovered that on Wednesday The Priest was featured on Freebooksy. Compared to yesterday’s ride, downloads are slowing down now, but numbers are still looking good. I reached #1 in Dystopian, #2 in Science Fiction/Action, and also top 100 bestsellers list. Plus, today the Priest has received three 5* reviews on Amazon. Two more have appeared after the first one that prompted me to write the ode to awesome reviewers.
At the moment, 5:35 pm, this is the situation around the world:
It is deeply unfortunate that responding to a review is considered poor form. I wish I could personally thank anybody who took the time to read my work and leave a comment on Amazon or Goodreads. I woke today to a shiny new review for The Priest. I hope you, dear reviewer who not only bought my book, but also wrote a thoughtful comment about it, are reading this note of mine. You made my day. To and indie author, reviews are much needed oxygen.
Sometimes, when it seems that my work is slowly sinking into a black hole, I feel like screaming underwater. And I despair, because I write the whole day, seven days a week, and I wonder if I am wrong about the whole endeavor. But then, I can’t imagine doing anything else and I just keep writing the next 1000 words.
Thank you, dear reviewer, for letting me know what you thought about my books. I know you have a busy life. I know you didn’t have to. I know that there are so many things you can do with your free time, and yet, you decided to use that precious free time to write a review for one of my works. It means the world to me.
In z all wildly-vast domain of the Amazon publishing world, I’m ranked 200k as an overall author and 1k and something as a scifi author. For someone like me, it’s an amazing accomplishment. And since I believe in the internet adage ‘pic or it never happened,’ here is the screenshot. Let it be noted how cool the number is: it contains the digits from 1 to 4. First and last number in the right order, while second and third have exchanged places. I find it poetic.*
*As of yesterday when I took the screenshot.