What they don’t tell you about publishing.
It can be a great lift.
Or it could be a big let down.
Everyone has an opinion on how your book should have been written.
And some of them with refuse to talk to you when you don’t write it their way.
I haven’t been blogging much. Not because I don’t like you guys any more. Not because I’m being antisocial. But because I’ve been working so hard that I have pretty much run out of words.
Now Moonstone is out.
It’s done, at the sacrifice of my emotional well-being.
My friends are ditching me left and right for various reasons, and I just want to curl up into a hole and never come back out again.
Yeah, I know, this sounds pretty bleak.
But I guess I just realized that I have some words left over, and when I turned around to say them, I found out there were crickets chirping in the background.
So here’s my rant, my plea, my . . . whatever . . .
So . . . if you’re still planning to write that book, just keep in mind . . . well, THIS is why vanGogh shot himself.
Not that I have any intentions mind you. But I do understand how he felt.