Shock value...

Jesus, I spent so much money, last year, promoting A Place of Safety, setting up the paperbacks with professional covers, ads, website, reviews...10% of my total income. And I haven't seen it do anything. It's turning out to be one of those books that you break your heart to write and when it's published...it just sits there. No matter what you do.

I am so damned proud of the book, and I'm still spending money to build awareness of it...but I'm at the point I just can't afford to, anymore. I haven't sold a total of 100 copies of the three volumes, combined.

I do a lot better with my MM erotica. HTRASG/Curt is my best seller, thought Hunter is close behind. Sales in the 5-figure range. Not NY Times Best Seller stuff, for sure, but brings in something. Gives me justification for deducting all my publishing expenses.

But do I want to put myself through that with Dair's Window, next? I need greater motivation than just the story wants to be told.

Christ, I hate doing taxes. They make me so depressed, seeing the state I'm in, financially. I may need to take a trip...oh, fuck...I'm heading down to San Antonio on Sunday for my brother's family memorial on Monday...if I'm able. TSA is starting to quit thanks to the GOP being a bunch of assholes who won't pass a Democratic bill to pay them.

I so fucking hate Republicans.