My writing career is not going anywhere in as much as I’ve no books published and agents aren’t even walking down my street, much less knocking down my door to invite me out.
But of all the books written in the world, only a certain number can hit the shelves. Probably what I need to do is write a better novel.
Dozens of writing books and articles read and I still seem incapable of managing it.
I feel like I’m standing in the street staring at my house and I’ve been asked to draw a map from my house to a far away city I’ve never been to. And I can’t get up in the air to get an ariel view. All I’ve got to go on are a bunch of descriptions of all the towns between here and there.
What? Is this another writer whining? It’s easier than writing.
If whining were energy, we could power the world til the end of time. I’m not sure that would be better for the environment though.
Map! I don’t need no stinking map!