can be summed up with one simple rhetorical question:
What the ‘eff‘ else was I supposed to do?
Now hold on just a sec… Ask me the obvious question.
Did you do your homework?
1. Yes. I spent four years subbing to the appropriate lit agents and publishers and followed all guidelines to the letter.
2. I spent three years entering, and winning/placing, contests.
3. I spent a year making pitches.
4. I spent four years attending conferences.
5. I joined the right organizations for genre writers like me.
I suppose I could say the time was wasted. As Captain Hiller (Will Smith) says in Independence Day, “I coulda been at a barbecue!” But I won’t say that. Learning is never a waste of time. Possibly the money was wasted.
Albert Einstein on the definition of insanity~ Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.
Guess I’m cured of that particular insanity. Life is plenty good as a self-pubber.
In the meantime I’m making cases and cases of lemon curd. I’ve only juiced one bushel of lemons and one bushel of sour oranges. I thought I had five bushels altogether. Realized I have seven.
I feel like Diane Keaton in Babyboom making applesauce! With the change in California’s cottage industry/food service laws, I can actually sell the lemon curd. Which is a good thing because with all this curd-making my writing time is suffering!