Since going self-employed I’ve been generally very happy and upbeat. The last couple of days have changed that.
Before I was published, I was being told how I wasn’t good enough to get published. Now I’m published, I keep hearing how I’m not good enough to sell. That I’m not “in the genre”.
Usually when I hear that sort of thing, I try to stick two fingers up and move on. But I’m struggling to do that at the moment.
I’m feeling like a failure. I know I’m not a best seller, I don’t go easy on my readers, so I don’t get great sales, but I know that, I don’t need some trite, arrogant prima donna rubbing it in. Added to this is the fact that I haven’t heard from the agent I submitted to six weeks ago, so that feels like a rejection. I’ve just finished a novel that I don’t know what to do with – or indeed if it’s worth doing anything with. My editing commissions have dried up, and I failed an assignment on the correspondence course I’m doing. So I’m in a funk.
Oh and just to add insult to injury – I’m back to being anaemic and the iron tablets are upsetting my digestion.
Little wonder I’m feeling down really. Of course, this too will pass.
The Write Route 
Your locked series is superb, even though you upset me greatly at one particular point and I couldn’t complain because it was the right development at the right time in the book.
Your Aether series converted me to a SteamPunk fan, and I’m hopelessly in love with Amethyst (probably Bobbie, too).
The Chair was bloody marvellous, one of those books that had me going to bed early to read.
You’re *far* too good a writerer to be not selling. I feel a plug for you coming on my FB and Twitter feeds.
Please don’t ever stop writing great books – yours are on a small list of writers whose new books actually have me rushing to buy them.
Doug – such kind words, I feel I don’t deserve them, but thank you!