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 I saw where my novel, The Opium Addict, had sunk to around the 1.5 million ranking on Amazon, only to see a few hours later that it shot up to 180,000 or so. I contacted my publisher, Hear Our Voice, and Stacy told me that she ran a campaign on TikTok and had sponsored ads. I would guess that that had something to do with it. I was happy to see that it was just under James Clavell's Tai-Pan and remains high in the new release categories of Historical Japanese, Chinese, and Mystery Suspense. The ratings jump around a lot. The ranking has fallen since the good news, so keeping a novel high in the rankings is something I haven't quite figured out. But I have noticed that some that are ranked highly have been in the Amazon cauldron for years. So patience is in order, I guess.

I also self-published a short novel--not sure I like the word novella, sounds like someone's name--which was up in the top five free Kindles, but then the free giveaway ran out . . . It's a more literary story. Title: Love Is Thicker Than Forget. 

Now working my way through polishing up a detective novel set in modern-day Tokyo, which is also a family saga, reflective, told in the first person, that I have titled "A Prayer For My Daughter." 

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