Confidence can be broken with something as thin as a whisper.
Failure is a forty-foot long Black Sea Snake just waiting for a misstep. The snake grins because we don’t know exactly which step is the misstep.
I have told stories all my life. I know my stories are good, well thought out, well paced, well … I know I write well, but so do a hundred thousand other people. What is it? One in a thousand actually find representation and see print, or less?
There is self-publishing, E-books and POD, but that is a raging flood, and much of it is brackish, undrinkable water. There are a million authors clamoring for attention – 999,000 who did not find representation. How does one break through that sound barrier so some stranger might actually look at a book – buy a book?
With impossible odds, confidence as thin as a one-sided piece of paper and as fragile as a word of hope, and failure able to swallow a person whole and digest that person for years, it is a wonder anything sees print. Do you think?