I sometimes find sentences, written on other subjects, which seem to perfectly describe the horros of trying to get a book published.
This one is from Peary’s account of his North Pole expedition, but it could have easily been written by me or probably any number of authors to describe the terrible, terrible waiting…
It was the subject of my every
waking thought; and even in sleep it would not let
me rest, but followed with mocking and elusive
dreams. It was a dogged, dull, desperate time, with
the hopes of my whole life rising and falling day
by day.
Just so I’m not being a total downer, here’s Peary’s next sentence:
Then came an unexpected rift in the clouds…
As always, my advice to potential authors is: don’t even get started unless you want to go through these sorts of experiences. Another sobering quote can be found in the very first post on this blog:
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