have less free time because I can’t keep focus. I can’t keep focus because I’m always tired. I’m always tired because I’ve been waking up at fuckoff in the morning. I’ve been waking up at fuckoff in the morning because I’ve been going to sleep earlier because I’m exhausted. I’m exhausted because I have less free time…
It’s just about my bedtime and I currently have no revelations to -uh- reveal. I do apologise.
First off: I found another list of publishing houses that don’t care if you have an agent. And I immediately weeded out all of the ones who wouldn’t touch my material with a 40′ barge pole.
The bad news out of this is that it raises the short list to a count of eight.
I can do this. I can be brave. I can set my fiction bread out on the internet waters and pray it comes back tenfold. I can do this nine times. Because that’s the length of my final short list. I can run the risk of rejection and hope for the reward of acceptance. I…… Continue reading Courage, Where Art Thy Sticking Place?
I’m in an economic pickle once more. The money I once had has gone to frivolous things like… food. And emergencies. And bills.
As far as I’m aware, my hub site is down for the count. At least two testers have got a 502 [bad gateway] error.
TL;DR- I spent the entire weekend looking after myself and not producing content. Are you mad at me? I was sick. I managed to pick up whatever vile Lurgi seems to be doing the circuit these days, and it’s been my best friend and worst enemy for an entire flakkin’ week. So I did what…… Continue reading Self Care and the Indie Artist’s Regime