So, I've been waiting for six weeks for my two betas to get back to me regarding the first draft of my novel I did for NaNoWriMo. Without receiving the input I didn't want to move forward. It has now been longer that it took me to write the draft and neither of them have finished reading it. Being as short as it is, only 108 pages they would only have to read 2.5 pages a day to have finished by now.
Clearly, the book is bad.
If I can't even get the two people who were most interested in helping me to read it, then it's obviously terrible. And worse than that, boring.
I had really hoped to be able to make a go of my writing. I've always wanted to be a writer, as long as I can remember. But, failing to stir interest in even those who want to see me succeed I've realized it's a foolish dream.
With my fiances the way they are it's time to come back to reality. So, I'm hanging up my laptop, my composition notebooks and purple inked pens. Time to leave childish dreams behind and sell my soul back to the corporate demons.
Thank you for your support up to this point, I appreciate it more than you will ever know.