For the few people still reading this blog, I thought I’d vary my analogy today. I’ve given up supermarkets for the moment, since supermarkets imply movement. I’m going with quicksand today since there is absolutely no movement whatsoever. Plus I can also get in the whole ‘journey to publication’ thing since, apparently, it is a journey. Except I guess that too is a misnomer since ‘journeying’ also implies movement. And I’m not moving. I’m stuck in the quicksand of waiting.
It’s depressing. You can’t do anything. You can’t move forward and you can’t even go back. Oh, you keep writing but you wonder what the point of it all is. You’ve got stacks of stories but why write more? No one’s ever going to read anything you’ve written anyway, right?
Even your blog posts start sounding the same.
I’m not quite sure what to do really. The quicksand is steadily sucking all my enthusiasm for writing away and soon I’ll have nothing left. The real world is calling and a job that actually pays money for hard work is seeming all the more attractive.
I thought this year I would start to get somewhere. I’ve had few modest successes and I think my writing is better than it’s ever been. But now the successes haven’t lead anywhere but into more quicksand, things are starting to feel like retread of last year. And the year before that. And the year before that.
So what’s the point with continuing to standing here, stuck in the middle of a journey that isn’t going anywhere? Anyone got any sage advice for a quicksandee?