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Writing angst, so maybe you should skip this. :)

I know I bore people about my writing, but it really is THAT important to me. I consider it my purpose, my calling, my excuse for continuing to inflict my miserable existance upon this overcrowded world.

A certain publisher-- I won't name names, since I'm sure he wouldn't want to be deluged by thousands of manuscripts from people as desperate as I-- looked at my Book 1. He thought it was well-enough written, although not the sort of thing his audience would like. Too somber. Well, I guess I can't argue with that TOO much.

He was, though, good enough to suggest another publisher who prints stuff like mine. So I looked up their web site. They are "not currently accepting submissions." BASTARDS!

I have one more place to try. It's one of those publish-on-demand places nobody's ever heard of, because they sell maybe one hundred books a year. So if they sold twenty of mine, that would make me their biggest success. Whee.

When they reject me, as I expect they will, I suppose I'll be looking at self-publishing. That is really listening to the counsel of desperation. I would rather sell stuff to strangers than, say, perform do-it-yourself root canal work without anaesthesia, but it really does rate just about that far down on my list.

So if I do that, I can see maybe twenty copies of my books getting out. Half of which would be ones I had made myself so I could give them to relatives.

You know, I'm really sorry I ever started this project.

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[darkkdragon.livejournal.com]

You shouldn't be sorry at all; you have an incredible gift for writing and story telling. Your book is very well written; you just need to keep trying for the right publisher. Don't give up!