I will never understand people who take pride in sucking the happiness out of everything they can. I used the word “pride” and not “pleasure” because the individuals in question don’t look happy. Instead, their expressions seem stuck somewhere between petty, hateful and mildly constipated—the latter has to do with their ever-present stink face.
Earlier today, I shared this Facebook status: “AlmaMia Cienfuegos and Other Stories hit the #1 spot for Kindle top free 100 Best Sellers in Literary Short Stories. I might be squealing a bit… and, perhaps, grinning like a lunatic :D http://amzn.to/1egyNQ1.”
About thirty minutes ago, an author friend emailed me to say that I “shouldn’t get too excited. Kindle free ranking doesn’t mean anything. Half the people downloading your book did it out of boredom. They will never read it. Don’t get hurt by being naïve. I know what I’m talking about. I’ve being at this for a long time.”
I was going to reply to my
so dear author friend, that it must suck to be him or
her, for it is obvious that the force of misery is strong with him or her, but I
didn’t—I find no joy in being a jerkwad.
So I will just say to this person, that telling a baby fiction writer, like moi, not to be happy to have reached a #1 Bestseller spot—even if just for a day and in the free category of a sub-genre—is like telling the parents of a toddler to stop celebrating their child’s first step because it’s not like the kid is running Olympic marathons.
AlmaMia and I will continue to celebrate our small steps—you, my Wicked Luvs, are invited to join our wild dance—the happiness vampire can go suck a bag of rotten toes, and choke on the bones.
If you haven’t yet, grab a free copy of AlmaMia Cienfuegos and Other Stories, and read on!