I’ve been having difficulties making it in the business. The recent news of some One Direction fan bitch landing a book deal based on her damn fan fiction on Wattpad has struck me the wrong way. I wonder, why is it that I can’t get even a toenail on the door, when others can get it almost instantaneously? It horrified me. It depresses me. It makes me think that my only employable skill isn’t worth a damn, and that all the years I spent writing, reading, and honing my craft were all for naught. So, does my writing suck? I don’t want to day that it does, of course, but from what I’ve experienced, it’s not even good enough for trashy fan fiction. I may come across as negative, but it’s because writing is everything to me, and I can’t help but be discouraged when I face setbacks in my chosen profession. I desperately want and need to be a success. Writing is the only thing that I know that I can do, and now I’m doubting my talents, if I had any to begin with. What am I doing wrong? What am I doing right?
Thank you for reading my novel, because it took me three years to complete the damn manuscript. I’ve been busy with other projects, and my adventures in self-publishing have yielded no fruit at all, not even a bud of a blossom. (Are they the same thing or different things? Biology was terrible for me in high school.)
This blog will still be in use, only now I plan on using it to chronicle my adventures in the promotion and the publishing of “Saint Graziano the Good”. That could take years, so stay tuned.