Somewhere along the line, I decided it would be a good idea to pursue a career in the arts during the worst financial times since The Great Depression.
Is this really the action of a stable mind?
Back in the 90s, the world was made of money and I couldn’t write a novel to save my life. Now, I’ve got one and a half completed. Trouble is, half the world is now bankrupt, and the other half is in serious trouble.
My timing sucks.
On the other hand, I have a complete novel and email query letters cost nothing. I lose nothing by continuing to try to sell this novel.
If only I could wring myself enough out of this funk to think the other one is worth the effort of completing…..