Since I have been self-publishing, in my opinion, the single best story I have written was An Arabian Terror Tale, consisting of the short novel Fruit of the Deceiver and the novel Forty Hands of Night. There are some problems with it, in that it is mostly historical fiction with a horror tilt and a science-fiction premise, so is not easy to market.
Having sold all of one copy, I decided to have it edited and to republish it under a different title, stressing the science-fiction angle, which should hopefully send sales through the roof—perhaps tripling the sale and buying me breakfast at Angela's diner.
The Jericho Bone is this week's book, and since it is just going to be a matter of correcting and reformatting the text, I will be able to use the spare time on Monday to format the next few books in the lineup.
Only one copy? It will be worth a fortune one day. Maybe I shouldn't lend it out. I bought the one you sold in France.
Thanks, Brent!