Double Grrrr!
I'm really not good at this waiting thing. Waiting gives me too much time to think, and then I think things like:
I finished my first book 14 years ago. (Um, writing--not reading.) Since then I've written three more, and about a dozen short stories.
To date, the only thing I've had that comes close to being professionally published is a poem I wrote on a whim and sold to Strange Horizons, and a short story I jotted down on a bunch of cocktail napkins for a contest that eventually sold to Ideomancer.
That's it.
I sent Darkside to 52 agents. I received requests for partials or complete manuscripts from at least 12 of those. I never found representation.
With this kind of track record, why am I deluding myself into thinking that this time will be any different?
What makes me think I can write?
I finished my first book 14 years ago. (Um, writing--not reading.) Since then I've written three more, and about a dozen short stories.
To date, the only thing I've had that comes close to being professionally published is a poem I wrote on a whim and sold to Strange Horizons, and a short story I jotted down on a bunch of cocktail napkins for a contest that eventually sold to Ideomancer.
That's it.
I sent Darkside to 52 agents. I received requests for partials or complete manuscripts from at least 12 of those. I never found representation.
With this kind of track record, why am I deluding myself into thinking that this time will be any different?
What makes me think I can write?
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