Okay, so I decided a while ago that I'd be really open about two things: my life as a ballet dancer (where abuse was rampant), and the garbage that is the publishing world. I'm guessing some people I work with will see this, but I just don't care anymore.
I feel like I should say this for everyone who is annoyed with their agents:
Since June, I've had four emails from my publisher. Two were royalty (or similar) statements, so they don't even count. One was to tell me one of my books was on sale. The other one was from an editor, acknowledging my manuscript was received.
That's it. In half a year.
I walked to the shops this afternoon, which was really stupid when it was So Sunny and So Hot (I got sunburnt!). But, while I was there, I checked my phone, and saw yet another person just signed with my publisher and did a big announcement. I've had several people contact me this year because they've had offers from them, and they wanted to know how it was to write for them. This person today was the final straw.
On the way home I stopped in an underpass (I think it's called a "subway" in US English), and cried.
I mean, I'm completely fine if my writing is crap, but this is getting ridiculous. This thread was so happy for all of us a few months ago, and now everything sucks for us all.
Ugh. I hate publishing. I have a goal to finish four new manuscripts by my birthday in February. And I'm going to sub widely. I'm so annoyed with everything at the moment!