Pass

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.