This month sees the dying breath of the blog owing to a lack of interest in my books for sale.
I found out I can write and well, but also I found be a good writer is not (!) enough, you need to be brazen enough to lick people's egos and to have the money to pay for publicity and contacts.
Being disabled, I am at a great disadvantage-almost as much a hindrance as not having had a good education, or being bland enough to jump on a gravy train and show the lack of imagination needed to write.
I take with me some pride, I beat one of my harshest critics and had an award winning opening book to the Chronicles series.
But, pride won't pay the running costs and as you chose not to buy the books I wrote, the hand laid before me, is the one I play.
The image of the graveyard is apt, as that is where most of my work ended up, being cast aside like dead bones.