There will always be days when the sun shines, the writing flows and the opportunities arrive in packs but there will also be days when the wind howls and the world seems topplingly precarious and nothing will work.
Yesterday was one of the second kind of days. Nothing went right or felt right and everything seemed impossible. Today on the other hand the sun was splitting the sky (especially welcome after so much snow and sludge) and the possibilities seemed endless.
I pitched a story successfully, got some editing done on the novel and heard from two old friends. All is good.
That of course is the nature of this business. It’s particularly easy to have the down days at the moment. The Mean Reds are tempted into view with every news report and further news of cuts throughout the global publishing industry (like today’s news of sweeping cuts in Harper Collins) makes it hard to be optimistic as a first time author.
But even when the world isn’t in the throws of a massive recession writing, even freelance journalism, isn’t the steadiest of jobs. I knew that when I got into it and most of the time it doesn’t really bother me. I’m used to days of feast and famine.
You just have to trust that days like today will come along and make the whole thing worthwhile. I’m aware though that in a blog like this one, under my own name and readable by anyone who comes across it online, that pouring forth anytime things seem a bit black probably isn’t the best idea.
I want to be honest in this blog and give a fair idea of what life is like writing for a living at the bottom end of the scale but now I’ve got to this stage it’s all got a bit more complicated.
It was one thing sounding off in the days when I had a nice anonymous blog but when people come here to find out about trials I’ve covered, or the book or even, on occasion, me, ranting about issues I may have with the business side of things is perhaps not quite the thing.
While I want to give a warts and all impression because I know that somehow, when Devil was published I magically became an author rather than one of the ranks of the unpublished. That doesn’t mean I’ll never again see the inside of a slush pile but it certainly seems to be a step in the right direction.
Before I had any dealings with publishers I would trawl the net to find out everything I could about that closed shop. I’ve linked to a couple of the best publishing blogs in my blogroll but over time I will be expanding that list. I always intended that when I was finally published I would keep up a very honest blog to help the people who looked like I did (and still do to be honest – things are changing so much out there daily reading is essential).
The problem is that I know have a book to sell. That means that all the things I’ve discovered that would serve as salutary tales for those dreaming of getting into print suddenly become a pr minefield when you know that among those dropping into read are colleagues and the competition.
While I want to be honest I also want to sell the book so the stuff that happens on the bad days isn’t necessarily the stuff that will find it’s way here – in the short term at least.
There will always be good days and bad days but until I’m a little more established on the writing end of things the bad days will have to stay in the diary and this will have to be a good day blog (most of the time anyway).