I read a blog post this morning by a woman who has eight unpublished novels. Eight. Unpublished. Novels.

Sometimes I despair a little bit.

I’ll get over it, but I despair.


2 thoughts on “Eight

  1. Please do not get me started. I have read so many people who have 5, 11, 15 unpublished novels. Then I read a published book — like the one I read yesterday–which is an obvious mess, sloppily written and poorly done all around and I wonder how that book got published.

    So then I read the acknowledgement page and some author bios and it usually turns out that the writer is part of the arts culture in NYC and was already great friends with about 10 people in publishing.

  2. As a London agent once told me, the slush pile in her office is not composed of manuscripts that are just ‘not quite up to standard’; it is at least 90% made up of manuscripts that are so bad they are unreadable.

    In her opinion, one of the worst things that ever happened to writing and publishing was the advent of the ‘Why Not Be A Writer’ advertisements in the press.

    These adverts led millions of people to believe that all they had to do was write a book and send it to a publisher or agent and money would start rolling in.

    Perhaps the person with 8 unpublished manuscripts should find another pastime..?

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