ElizabethJames
Ground Hog Day is approaching and we are nowhere near accomplishing anything we intended this year. It's been three weeks since our would-be agent received the manuscript of our first novel. It's been three years since we got seduced by the damn thing in the first place.
We have no doubts that our work is beautifully written and unique. But it's probably too unique. (Sorry, but this is the first time we've really needed to modify unique.) Way way way off the beaten path. Beyond Tom Robbins even. Irreverent, and maybe even irrelevant. And for no reason we can pinpoint, we are discouraged this morning beyond anything we might have imagined.
A rip tide of resignation has grabbed our brain and we cannot seem to shake it. Maybe it's from reading about so many others of you out there scuffling and scrambling just like us. Or maybe it's the impenetrable maze of Agentland that has us hooked. Whatever the source, it is pulling us down into the dark cold current of dismay.
We have no doubts that our work is beautifully written and unique. But it's probably too unique. (Sorry, but this is the first time we've really needed to modify unique.) Way way way off the beaten path. Beyond Tom Robbins even. Irreverent, and maybe even irrelevant. And for no reason we can pinpoint, we are discouraged this morning beyond anything we might have imagined.
A rip tide of resignation has grabbed our brain and we cannot seem to shake it. Maybe it's from reading about so many others of you out there scuffling and scrambling just like us. Or maybe it's the impenetrable maze of Agentland that has us hooked. Whatever the source, it is pulling us down into the dark cold current of dismay.