Commences is dying a death on Authonomy. The whole idea, I think, is to go and sell myself to others in the Authonomy community. Read their stuff, comment on it, ask others to read your stuff – preferably others who would actually read sci fi in the first place. I’ve only had one person comment so far and it wasn’t favourable. He didn’t know what was going on. Hurrrr. Yes, well, you’re not supposed to know what’s going on. Isn’t that the whole idea of a surrealistic universe? And anyway, it adds credence to my constant wail of being oh so sadly misunderstood. The trouble with this whole promotion stuff is that not only am I very bad at it, I also give up at the first hurdle. In fact, I only have to SEE a hurdle for me to turn around, go back and sit at the kitchen table eating toast and (homemade!) marmalade and drinking tea and reading one of my daughter’s Young Adult books.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ve lost all my passion. Might as well be dead, then.