We all have one, sometimes it’s reassuring and affirmative, and sometimes its cruel and direct.

Your book isn’t published, surely that’s because it isn’t any good?

Cold logic.

Okay my mind goes, we’ll concede that some bits are good, that the premise is different, and that the tale isn’t run of the mill, and yes some of the phrasing is sublime – but, it’s NOT published, is it!

Characters may be fully formed independent entities – but no one knows them!

Argue that if you can writer boy!?!?!

I’d like to, but the echo to every defence of my work is always the same “self-praise is NO praise”.

Ah, logic…

Evidence supports the critics, only an obstinate refusal to back down keeps the journey creeping forward.

Passion burns bright, but so too does the frustration.

Not in print, not being read.

In a world where only one score counts, mine still reads a big fat zero.

The third book from the left, that inviting book with its quirky cover, that table near the entrance in Waterstones, that book isn’t mine…  I wish it was, but it’s not.

Not published, not read.

Down but not out…

Stay safe – never surrender your dreams, because without a dream how are you going to make your dream come true?