2. Bloodied but still standing
‘But what made you think you could do it?’ I hear you ask. ‘Isn’t it true that half the world thinks they have a book inside them, but only one in a hundred starts a novel, and of those one in a hundred get finished, and of those only one in a hundred get published? I mean, what’s so special about you?’
It’s a good question, and one I asked myself a lot after the piercing, if clumsily expressed, sentiment of she who would never be my agent. (Although to her credit, she did suggest that the
Dear Spud,