Have you seen this documentary? Henry Darger wrote a novel more than 15,000 pages long. He created hundreds of paintings and drawings. No one knew until he was dead.
He wasn’t a man to go on tour or network.
He created his own world and didn’t have to care about book signings, fan pages, reviews, or publishers.
Would you write if every word stayed in the room with you until you died and left them behind?
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Only if I had no other choice, like living in solitary confinement.
Some people seem to choose solitary confinement, and the world learns of them when they’re gone. Not much comfort in that of course.
Well, I do. 🙂 But, I do it for me, because I’m not concerned about having readers.
Have a blessed Easter! 🙂
I wish I understood the psychology of wanting readers vs not caring.
Happy Easter to you too!
Yes. For me it might be the only way to write, because having an agent dried up the well. I hope to fill it back up now that I’m on my own again, and then we’ll see how I feel about publishing. At this point, I’d be fine never publishing as long as I get that piece of myself back.
Your agent experience is a good reminder that having an agent is not like waving a magic wand and making your writing problems disappear.
I hope you do not give up.
I think I probably would continue — at least with this one story.
Thinking about this. May have a more complete answer sometime this weekend…
If you do, let me know.
Well, I have a sort of answer. It boils down to: I don’t know what I’m going to do when I’m done with this story, and for now don’t much care.
Which is both spectacularly unhelpful and a bit, well, smug-sounding. It completely ducks the question. But for now it’s the only thing keeping me going.
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