After my post on Friday I have a confession to make. My motivation has waned and my routine has suffered as a result. To be fair it’s not entirely my fault, what with being quite under-the-weather on Saturday, a social engagement on Sunday and a medical appointment all the way down in London yesterday all colluding to keep me away from my keyboard. So, it’s been a quiet few days for writing. That said, it’s not been a complete loss.
As I mentioned in my last post, I’ve long harboured a desire to make a successful career out of being a writer. It isn’t the only reason I write but it is almost certainly the strongest motivator to keep me going. In the past this would have boiled down to one course of action: write a book, find an agent willing to represent it, hope that agent can get a publisher interested and then trust in the publisher to promote and distribute it accordingly. However, as so many (now successful) authors have discovered in the past, the traditional route to writerly success isn’t always straightforward. That was then and this, as they say, is now.