Being a writer is thrilling and frustrating at the same time. I spent a few minutes this morning reading the trials of one author in particular who is having trouble expressing to her family that writing in her blood, not just some fun hobby like collecting bottle caps. Her situation concerns the misunderstood eBook, and how a family member printed one for perusal. Of course, rather than advise others where to PURCHASE the book, she simply handed the sheaf over to the next reader, who did the same thing. This author estimates at least four probable sales were lost by this act of generosity. Ged forbid somebody leave the papers lying on a table at Starbucks.

“I’m exposing you to readers. That’s what you want,” is probably the assessment by the well-meaning relative. True, but we also want paying readers. Every book of ours purchased is another step toward the freedom we want to write full-time. You might think handing off a printed eBook is the same as loaning a big name book to a friend – well, it is and it isn’t. The author of that big NY pubbed book likely received an advance for that work, and stores around the country likely purchased copies in anticipation of sales. eBooks are different. Rare is the ePub that offers advances, so if one person buys one copy and passes it to four other people to read, that’s money the author never gets.

Now, I’m not saying don’t loan books or don’t go to the library, just be mindful of friends and family who are published. This is a dream they want to see continued. Encourage that.

It will amaze me sometimes to hear how family and friends recommend movies and music and other products, and those products are actually bought, but if you have a relative who writes books you want to give everything of his away. While it may be true that you can’t put a price on creativity, a pat on the back won’t help with the grocery bill. I’m reminded of this story Natalie Cole once told about her father. He had been invited to a party – as a guest in this woman’s home – and was persuaded by the hostess to “sing a few songs”. The few songs became an impromptu concert, much to the delight of the hostess, who probably thought she’d won points with bringing such fine entertainment to her friends. The next day Nat sent her a bill for his services. God bless him.

At best a small press author will receive a few complimentary copies of his/her book on publication. They should be used to promote the work for more sales, not as stocking stuffers. So please, help an author friend and talk him up. If you won’t buy the book, tell somebody who might.