on Anne R Allen:
The book you poured your heart into languishes on your hard drive like the wallflower at the dance — slumped shoulders, wilted corsage and all.
Your crit group tries to be encouraging, but the message is clear. Go to plumbing school/welding school where you will learn how to do something people actually need. Or maybe go to beauty school and learn how to create a great hairstyle. Which grateful clients will actually pay you for — and add a generous tip.
Right now, your ego is crushed under an avalanche of rejections.
Or, even worse, non-responses from the agents, publishers, writing contests you’ve been entering.
Nothing you try works.
No one is interested in your memoir about your experiences as James Bond’s Number One fan.
OR:
- The time you won a tap dancing contest in the sixth grade.
- Your 200K word epic fantasy.
- That steamy, scorching hot romance.
- Your sensitive, coming-of-age novel.
No wonder you don’t feel like an author.
Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog 