Well, it's officially been more than two months since I sold a book and nearly two months since anyone read any of my books in the KU program. (Not counting the 30-something pages someone read last week because it wasn't a whole book.)
True, I haven't really done much to sell books. And lord knows, I haven't been writing any books. I did release a book in May, hence the sales two months ago. (I didn't sell anything in April.) I sold two copies of that book. One of which was to myself. Someone read the book in KU. I marketed that book a little to the sound of crickets. Book Two in a three book series when the third book hasn't been written yet is always a dud sale.
I'm not whining. I'm just stating facts. It is what it is.
I'd blame the virus, but bhis was not looking like a banner year for sales even before the 'rona arrived. Last year, I released zero books, and while I did do a lot of marketing last year, I cleared very little above what I paid for advertising. I have, perhaps, reached saturation with the current buying pool for newsletters I put ads in with the books I already have published.
Oh, I had plans to make this year better. If I had stuck to my goals, I would already have two books published and be well on my way to completing another book. If I hadn't been derailed, I might've been marketing. Like I said, I got one book finished earlier in the year and published in early May - thanks to my friends who helped there and to those who bought and/or reviewed.
Right now, I can't seem to muster the will to do anything toward my publishing goals. Looking ahead, things don't seem in a position to improve. I keep telling myself this has to get better, but without anything to back that up, I'm just blowing smoke up my own ass. I have to work to make it better and I'm just not in the mindset to do the work.
Whatever's happening in the world, that's on me.