Friends. Romans. Countrymen. (Supporters. Followers. Fellow human beings.)
I am 6 readers from tying for the 20th spot in the competition. Surely we can drum up at least that many more.
Please, if you haven't ordered and you don't have a dog in this fight, pre-order a copy now. If you *are* in the fight but are exceptionally magnanimous, by all means, please order a copy, too.
But I must especially entreat those who have already backed me: spread the word. I implore you. Share my book with at least one person you know. Whether they're a dyed-in-the-wool sci-fi geek (preferable) or just a beneficent soul (that works, too), give them the link to my book (refer, them, get more credits, buy more books!), and encourage them to follow through!
Am I going to storm up the ranks into the top-5? Yeah, if 400 readers suddenly fall in my lap over the next 9 1/2 days ... but maybe miracles do happen.
However, if they don't, real human pluck and perseverance is A-OK by me. I'm not going to sniff at breaking into the front-page rankings. But I need your help to get there.
I'll say it again: I'm your Leia. Be my Obi-wan Kenobi; you're my only hope.
Disintegration is on the board!
To all of you who have helped me to get here, I am so grateful. I never thought, coming into this as late as I did, that I'd make this kind of dent ... but, in fact, I didn't make ... we did.
Your support makes me happier than I can adequately express. Thank you.
Not to be gluttonous but ... why stop here?! Let's overtake 19! Let's go higher!! You've been brilliant and so very supportive. Please don't stop now. There are nine days left to make an even bigger dent! :)