In the face of a never-ending onslaught of my book is a best seller or look how many I sold this week, every week for months.
Then, one day you catch a break and those who boasted about sales are quiet, the silence tears at your gut and you want somebody to say well done, but the voices are stilled and silent as the grave.
People you had happily chatted to for months, now treated you like a leper and for what? You hadn't sold a book, done a major signing campaign or been asked for an interview on line, all you were trying to do was sell a few e-books and failing, but one struck a chord of hope in your dying heart and now you were shunned.
How that one briefest glimmer of faint hope altered things for you. You are still the same, but people's perception of you changed how they viewed you. Did they consider you a threat? If so, why? They made more in one sale than you had in two years.
Reading back through the brags and boasts, you begin to see a trend form-one which had not been obvious until now-in among the sales and boasts, you see a stream of posts complaining about returns.
Then, the light turns on and you realise the truth; although they boast about colleges and sales, you have achieved what they didn't-you got an official award-and with no college training and being a lot older, they cannot swallow the truth.
You may not have any qualifications, but you can write and they have been found lacking.