My name is Kristin and I am an addict.
Not drugs. Not alcohol. Not even online shopping (but that one is debatable at the moment.)
I have become addicted to monitoring my E Book sales.
A few days ago my writing partner and I pushed publish on the Amazon dashboard and just like that our first E Book went live for all of the world to see…and buy. I sat in the den staring at the dashboard. One sale….two sales…twenty sales. Holy mother of fuckers we are SELLING OUR BOOK! It is an amazing thing to see a seed of an idea turn into something real and powerful. I was hooked, hooked on staring at the sales, the graphs, the royalties, and the ratings on Amazon.
I suppose it started like many other growing additions. I’ll just peek once at hour at the Best Seller List. Ok I need more. I’ll just carry my laptop around the house and refresh the page every ten minutes. Then the full blown addiction strikes and before I knew what was even happening I was hiding in my closet, eyes wide watching and waiting to see what happens with this book that we worked so hard on.
My husband begged me to come to bed, but I couldn’t. The hold was too strong, the pull to the Amazon dashboard had me in its grips. There was social media to attend to, emails to respond to and send, Facebook groups to check in on. How could I just push the power down button and walk away?
My bathroom is a war zone. There are saws, tile, grout, and mortar everywhere. Normally this home project would be at the forefront of my OCD priority list, but when in the throes of addiction nothing else seems to matter. Go to hell bathroom renovation, I need to see if I am still on the Hot New Release List dammit!