Second thoughts...

Sometimes I wonder why I continue writing...

New publishers seem to be popping up like weeds; existing ones seem to either be publishing everyone in sight (instead of having an exclusive stable with a couple of new people a year) or are having economic issues which is stalling publication. Every person I meet on the con circuit seems to be published, self-published, or getting published.

And then there's the money one has to shell out for promotions and appearances...
It just seems like the publishing world is over-saturated during an economic recession that can't sustain it and in a world that isn't reading-centric.

I write because I believe I have stories people want to read. But being published seems akin to yelling in the middle of Times Square on New Year's Eve: who's actually going to hear me?