Pessimism

Okay. So I was told that if I do some basic editing on my book, I have a decent chance of being in for a contract for the sucker.

Well, hell, that's a very nice offer, and as the editing is phraseology and grammer, I'm totally okay with that.

But then...it's editing.

Ever gone through 150+ pages of fiction, that you slammed out inside of three months, and edited out words like 'had', 'was' and the dreaded 'as connector'?

It's a living HELL.

Not only am I now firmly convinced that my writing is shoddy and there's no way that they'll take it on even though the editing will be complete, but my eyes are falling out of my head from staring at the screen so long, and my pizza-and-pop diet is going to give me heart failure before I ever find out if I get the contract.

This, kids, is why writing is not a sensible career choice.

Never mind that I am also a university student. I have a dual degree flowing here. And my seminar tutor doesn't accept any of this 'it's only first year' stuff either. I have British politics to analyse (in light of the political economy since 1945) by tomorrow.

I now realise why so few people make it as authors. By the time they get anything, they're in a mental asylum and the government takes the cheque for them.

Be smart. Do a business management degree and work for a consulting firm for the rest of your existence.