Ah, the life of an author. Drinking champagne, eating caviar, traveling to exotic locations where we write under the shade of a great tree while watching the lapping waves of the cobalt blue Mediterranean as they tease the sandy shore. Or not. Well, we’ll get there some day I hope. Probably not. 🙂 There’s a…
Every writer goes through bouts of depression. Or more accurately I guess, bouts of self-doubt. I suppose right now I’m going through another one. It starts with queries. These sweet little letters of torture to agents and/or publishers drive me mad. I’ve read at least a hundred of them now, examples of successful ones, and…