Last week I hit a milestone in my career as a writer: Amazon's list of 100 Most Popular Erotic Authors. Now this week I've fallen off the charts, ranking this morning at #103, but it doesn't matter. For a brief moment my name was on the same list with authors like Maya Banks, Anne Rice, E.L. James, Lora Leigh, Cherise Sinclair and so many others that I've admired.
At the time I was completely shocked. I didn't even know this list existed as it doesn't show up on your page unless you break that 100 mark. I should have known it wasn't that big of a deal when I immediately emailed my publisher and she didn't respond, but at the time I was elated, almost giddy with the news. Imagine, little old me (and I don't use the term 'old' lightly), Stevie MacFarlane, plugging away in my bathroom/office on a dead end road in the middle of nowhere, making a list like that.
Digesting this new information took a while. As always, I tried to put it in perspective and the only thing I could relate it to was being voted Prom Queen. Was I ever Prom Queen in real life? No way. I had a few good friends, but popular, I was not. The most important dance I went to was in Jr. High and the dress I wore was one my sister made in Home Economics. It was beautiful though and she let me wear it before she did. I even went and had my hair done at a fancy salon, but that was the highlight of my school years.
So making this list was a thrill for me. I was popular! I felt like Sally Field when she gave her famous "You like me, you really like me" speech.
I know it's fleeting, and like all Prom Queens I will be replaced, in fact I already have been, but I made up my mind to enjoy it while it lasted. So here's to Prom Queens and authors, who have a brief shining moment. Think of Camelot, and...
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