I recently went on holiday for a week (yes, again for any regular readers of my blog). It was a very chilled trip to the Greek island of Cephalonia, I recommend it. So I had plenty of time to think amongst reading, eating, boat trips, watching the world go by and the odd cocktail or two. And for me that means about my writing and inevitably publishing because:Here I am again. I have a book almost ready to launch and I know I’m prevaricating. I have sent it to eight or nine agents back in February and so far I have had a "thanks but no thanks" from two of them (and I’m not holding my breath for the rest). I guess like most self-published authors the lure of a publishing deal is still the dream no matter how much I tell myself that I am good enough to make it as an indie author. And I know that agents receive hundreds of manuscripts a year and at best they take on one or two new authors. So my chances are slim.
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