So perhaps the single most awesome thing in my writing career happened for me recently. Nope, I didn’t hit the bestseller list for thirty seconds, or get closer to achieving my goal of luxury car ownership via royalty checks. In fact, my monumental feat has absolutely nothing to do with sales.
My books are now in my local library.
My husband told me that it would be unseemly to go visit them, so I just have to take the online card catalog’s word for it. I believe it; here’s the link.
For some reason, this is more validation for me as an author than having an Amazon page, a Goodreads profile, or a Facebook fan page. Maybe it’s because growing up, I never dreamed in a million years that something I wrote would be placed on those shelves. Shelves upon which I discovered my love of reading. And in the library setting, it’s somewhat of a more level playing field, in as far as my fiction books are alphabetized right in with traditionally published works by big named authors.
As you might recall, in November I was one of approximately 70 authors who took part in an Author Fair held at our Main Library. As such, we were encouraged to bring copies of our books for sale. This event pushed me to create paperback copies of my already published ebooks so that I actually had something to show off while I was there. Though I sold a few books there, I did come away with some inventory. Which got me thinking – what if I donated a couple copies of each book to the library so that readers in my community could enjoy them?
So I asked. And I got a quick response back. One that shocked me. It went something like this: “Of course we would be happy to accept your contribution. But we’d like you to know that we’ve already got the first book in your series on order and it should be stocked shortly.”
Yes, they had already purchased my book. Without me asking them to, or me getting down on my hands and knees and begging them to. And I had no clue. Which I found to be even sweeter than them agreeing to take some free ones off my hands.
I’ll likely never see the proceeds from that book, because my net royalty on that particular sale is only 50 cents. And I seriously doubt I’ll see an influx of paperback purchases that will help me cross the payment threshold. But I don’t care one iota. Because they showed me with that order that they believed in me, at least a little bit.
I promptly dropped off copies of Books Two and Three, as well as two additional copies of the one that they already bought. Now all three novels are in circulation, and as of this posting, over half of the copies available have been checked out. I’m really curious on how they are being displayed, or if library staff is recommending them or what. Other than a quick post to Facebook and Google Plus and a mention to some coworkers – who I seriously doubt are responsible for borrowing them – I’ve told no one that they are there.
I’m excited to see what the future holds, and I’m cautiously optimistic that this will have a snowball effect. A common take away from people that I met at the Author Fair was that it was cool that I based my books in Fort Wayne. And now, the community that serves as my setting has the chance to check them out, very literally.
Though I know not everyone in our city of a quarter million people has a library card, our library system is county wide. Even though the copies all originated at the main library, since readers can return them at any branch in the county, they may find their way to other locations in the area. Or if there is enough demand for the copies that they already have, the library may purchase additional copies to shelve at some of the more frequented branches.
Any way I look at this, the potential to reach a new set of readers is nothing to sneeze at.