Yep, it’s that time in the writing cycle.
We’ve reached that point whereupon we (again) question why we are doing this.
Other than participating in a hobby cheaper than golf, are we achieving anything?
Our initial goal has been achieved.
We have gone beyond the opening line and written a book – the mythical tale that is within us all we have given birth to!
Nobody’s read it though.
The spine has yet to be creaked…
We wrote one to see if we could, and then we wrote another because it was a rush to find out what happened next.
That second book morphed into a series, a trilogy that now sits at five volumes.
Still no chiropractic intervention…
The industrial rejections are a constant.
Their judgement unwavering.
So, what to do, indeed what to do?