I think that if I'm serious about buying a house before next Christmas then I seriously need to finish the manuscripts I'm doing beta-reading for so I can devote every possible moment to my own manuscripts and get on with getting an agent and whatnot. My fear of actually succeeding as an author and having to face a contract for x amount of books (in the worse case scenario)does not outweigh the irritation I have to contend with with renting somebody else's house. I want my own pozzie. ASAP.
And yeah, it's true. The only reason I procrastinate with my novels is because once I finish them, I'll have no reason not to submit them to agents. I'm not expecting to get lucky and land myself an awesome agent, I'm expecting a lot of rejection letters. But still. There's that slim chance that an awesome agent will pick up my work, like it, and guide me through the literary equivalent of hell (which would be publishing) like Virgil did with Dante. I love writing, it's the only thing I can do well, it's the only thing I want to do.
With that said, it was never my intention to make a career of it. I'm only going this route because if I don't, my hubby won't be very accepting of me disappearing into my own worlds when the muse strikes, and I might actually never get to write again (when he's around, I mean) SOOOO at least this way, he lets me write when I need to, no questions asked.
And I need my therapy, anyway. Else I'd go mad.
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I was an editor for a magazine.
Was bloody high pressure all the time. Did not enjoy the pressure.