Okay, here we go.Posted: March 31, 2005
So. I wanted to be a writer.
I’ve been doing this for 10 years or so now. I’ve completed a few manuscripts, but so far no nibbles. A few sniffs, but no nibbles. Not even a lick.
I don’t completely stink as a writer. I have skills. I have my own voice. I can spin a yarn. But so far, I have learned courtesy a folder full of rejections, that I don’t have sparkle, or I don’t meet needs, or don’t inspire enthusiasm.
I have confidence my stuff is at least as good or better than some books I read.
People tell me that all I need is to get it in front of the right person. Would somebody mind telling me who the HECK that is? You can’t get an agent unless you’re experienced, you can’t get an editor until you have an agent.
Somebody remind me, WHY did I want to be a writer again?