I sometimes wish I didn’t worry and think about things like “the future” so much, but such is the nature of this tangled mind of mine.  I sit, I ponder, and my mind seems determined to focus on the things that I have no control over, and determined not to accept them.

As I’ve mentioned before, I’m worried about the possible outcome of this novel I’m working on.. I’m worried about whether I’ll be able to even get an agent, and constantly fear that I’m no good.  I have a real fear of rejection, and some of the time I feel a bit like Marty Mcfly:

“…what if they say I’m no good, what if they say “Get out of here kid. You’ve got no future.” I just don’t think I can take that kind of rejection…”

And that leads to the brakes being applied to my brain.
So, I have been trying to fool my brain a bit by looking at Alternate Options - basically so that I don’t have an excuse for not trying, because if option A doesn’t work out then booya – option B, right there.

I don’t really want to go down the self-publishing route, because to be successful there I would need to dedicate many many hours of my life to self-promotion, which is something I can’t say I’m likely to be good at.

But, at least I’m still writing.