I got a bad hair cut today. One of those where I went in saying, "Just a little trim, please," and walked out with four inches chopped off and layers cut from here to kingdom come. LAYERS!! I nearly cried. I did. My hair's now short. And poofy.
And then I opened my internet to stalk my amazon page and realized that someone must have bought my book. More than one someone. Because my amazon ranking for Some Kind of Normal shot up to 29,000.
For those of you who don't know what the Amazon ranking is, it's somewhere between science and mystic wand-waving. I think technically it's supposed to mean that that many book sold more books than mine. They say it changes hourly for the best sellers, daily if your book sells ten or more copies a week, and weekly if your book sells less than that. Except mine changes nearly minute by minute, and I'm no John Grisham, so I have no idea what that means.
If you are an Amazon ranking watcher, you'll realize this number means... well...it means I'm no John Grisham. 29,000 is a lot of books beating out mine. But since my number has been as high as 700,000, today was looking pretty good.
But even more than that, under the amazon ranking was a new number...a new rank.
Some Kind of Normal is ranked #51 among medical fiction. #51!!!
I looked it up. You know what that means? It means I'm in the same list as Jodi Picoult and Robin Cook, on the same page as Patricia Cornwell and Michael Crichton; I'm sandwiched between Michael Palmer and Robert Ludlum.
My book was in the top 51 medical-based fiction books sold today.
Is that crazy???
I printed out the list.. all seven pages of it. I don't know if I'll ever get any higher, and knowing Amazon, I'll be back in obscurity tomorrow.
But today... today I rank with the best of the best.
And I decided maybe my hair looks pretty good just the way it is.