Why was it that I chose to go down the author entrepreneur route?
I had a lot of good arguments at the time.
It was something about not being dependent on catching an agent on the right day in the right mood. Something about not having to send endless pitches and wait till one came back rejected before I could send the next one. Something about writers who had published their novels themselves and then come on to win fabulous book deals.
Yeah … that was dumb.
Things shift. Apparently now there’s not much chance of being picked up by an agency if you’ve already published it yourself.
I wouldn’t exactly call it sloppy seconds but you can’t help but feel a little bit discouraged.
Rather like training years for a job and then finding out that it’s now being done by Alexa.
This might be one of the things that holding me back from finishing Chocolates on My Pillow. The knowledge that it will be another self-publication and that I just don’t have the money for editor’s fees and book covers. Unless I win the lottery. Better start playing the lottery.
So when I get home from a lousy day at the office and I’m tired and cold and still have to face cooking, homework, ironing and various household chores, it’s one more excuse to not sit down and write.
The mind is a wonderful thing. It can throw up obstacles you never even would have imagined.
It can even convince you that something you want more than anything just isn’t right for you.
Well, we’ll have to see about that.
Now where can I get a lottery ticket?