As of a couple days ago, Ditch Flowers was discounted to just .99 (for the ebook), and promoted on a couple sites, most notably, BookBub. For those of you who don’t know, BB has 1.7 million subscribers, and we (my publisher and I) hoped to sell quite a few books during the sales and promos.
On August 10th, my BB sale started, and I watched my sales rank climb. I checked Amazon at least once an hour, but probably way more. I saw my rank rising and was more excited than I can say. I took screenshots so I could document the sales. When I started out August 9th, DF was ranked in the 7,000s. And then, it just kept going up.
The morning of the 10th it got to #199. Then #151. I didn’t believe I’d make it into the top 100, and that was ok. I was thrilled with those numbers. My book was climbing in specific categories, too- reaching #13 in Women’s Fiction > Domestic Life, just spots behind the well-known Me Before You by JoJo Moyes. I was freaking. And it got better.
Yep, see there? #9 in that category. Say what?! But I did a little digging, wondering if that actually meant I could call my book an Amazon bestseller. What I read on author forums seemed to say the title is taken more seriously when you are in the top 100 (in the paid category), not just in a narrowed-down category. But wait, my overall rank was continuing to rise.
From #151 to #97, and I kept watching with bated breath as I got to #66, and then finally peaked at #61. Ditch Flowers was ranked #61 in the top #100, out of over A MILLION other Kindle books! At the end of the day, I was pleased as punch. To some, maybe it’s not a big deal. After all, it does not mean my book is the best book, or the most loved. All it really means is I sold quite a lot of books in a short span. However, I am going to continue to be proud, and thankful. Bragging rights? Why the heck not?
I am happy to say Ditch Flowers peaked on Amazon at:
#61 in the top 100 paid bestsellers
#2 Genre Fiction > Coming of Age
#3 Literature & Fiction > Contemporary
#7 Genre Fiction > Family Life
#9 Women’s Fiction > Domestic Life
My husband congratulated me, and at first I brushed it off.
“I didn’t even do anything,” I said.
“Sure you did,” He said, “You wrote a book.”
And he is right. I wrote a freaking book. That in itself is something to be proud of. The rest is just whipped cream and hot fudge on an already delicious brownie sundae.
Thanks to everyone who has purchased my book. I wouldn’t be writing this post without you.