Mad Swede
Auror
Now I know that seems like an odd question, but bear with me through this post and maybe you'll understand why I'm asking myself that question.
I got the latest sales figures from my publisher today, the ones that cover the period leading up to the end of 2025. Total sales for all four of my books are now 101 032 copies, both physical and e-book.
Sounds impressive? Well, possibly. That's total sales for four books over nearly eight years and across all the Nordic countries (Sweden, Denmark, Norway, Finland, Iceland, the Faroes and Greenland) plus a few sales elsewhere in the world. Obviously (?) sales peak in the run up to Christmas, and also in late spring just before the summer holidays start. The rest of the year things are quieter, sometimes much quieter. The first book didn't start off selling that fast, it took nearly five years together with the publication of the second and third books before things got going. My publisher had a lot of patience and belief in me as an author, patience which paid off when the fourth book was published because that did sell well from the start.
So am I pleased? Yes, but...
Selling lots of books wasn't why I started writing and it isn't really what drives me on in my writing. I write because I have to, I can't not write, for reasons which are very personal and which I'm not going to explain here. The thing about these sorts of sales figures is that suddenly I feel under a form of pressure, I feel I have to produce more books and stories to satisfy my readers. Don't get me wrong, I love writing but there's an additional sort of edge to it now. It's not only that I can't not write, it's now also that I feel I can't stop writing. If that makes any sort of sense?
There's also the interactions I have with readers, both directly when I answer e-mails and talk to them at book signings, and indirectly through interviews and things like that. My writing is so very personal to me that when the readers start asking questions about why I write and why the characters are the way they are I find it hard to answer them. I'm not able to explain it all and I sometimes feel I'm letting my readers down because of this. It's like they're (unintentionally) intruding on something very personal and private and I feel very uncomfortable about it.
I had no idea that I would end up in a situation like this when I started writing, and it's sometimes hard to know how to handle it. My stories have taken on a life of their own, and I sometimes wonder if I'm still in control. I understand now what Sharyn McCrumb meant when she wrote that "writers build castles in the air; the fans move into them; and the publishers collect the rent. It's a nice place to live, but please don't try to live there."
If this is success I'm not sure I would recommend it to other writers...
I got the latest sales figures from my publisher today, the ones that cover the period leading up to the end of 2025. Total sales for all four of my books are now 101 032 copies, both physical and e-book.
Sounds impressive? Well, possibly. That's total sales for four books over nearly eight years and across all the Nordic countries (Sweden, Denmark, Norway, Finland, Iceland, the Faroes and Greenland) plus a few sales elsewhere in the world. Obviously (?) sales peak in the run up to Christmas, and also in late spring just before the summer holidays start. The rest of the year things are quieter, sometimes much quieter. The first book didn't start off selling that fast, it took nearly five years together with the publication of the second and third books before things got going. My publisher had a lot of patience and belief in me as an author, patience which paid off when the fourth book was published because that did sell well from the start.
So am I pleased? Yes, but...
Selling lots of books wasn't why I started writing and it isn't really what drives me on in my writing. I write because I have to, I can't not write, for reasons which are very personal and which I'm not going to explain here. The thing about these sorts of sales figures is that suddenly I feel under a form of pressure, I feel I have to produce more books and stories to satisfy my readers. Don't get me wrong, I love writing but there's an additional sort of edge to it now. It's not only that I can't not write, it's now also that I feel I can't stop writing. If that makes any sort of sense?
There's also the interactions I have with readers, both directly when I answer e-mails and talk to them at book signings, and indirectly through interviews and things like that. My writing is so very personal to me that when the readers start asking questions about why I write and why the characters are the way they are I find it hard to answer them. I'm not able to explain it all and I sometimes feel I'm letting my readers down because of this. It's like they're (unintentionally) intruding on something very personal and private and I feel very uncomfortable about it.
I had no idea that I would end up in a situation like this when I started writing, and it's sometimes hard to know how to handle it. My stories have taken on a life of their own, and I sometimes wonder if I'm still in control. I understand now what Sharyn McCrumb meant when she wrote that "writers build castles in the air; the fans move into them; and the publishers collect the rent. It's a nice place to live, but please don't try to live there."
If this is success I'm not sure I would recommend it to other writers...

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