Looking back there were not that many onsets of writers' despair, when one is convinced that the output is puerile rubbish.
As I indicated last week I shall upload the work to Authonomy, fully aware of the futility of such a step, at least in terms of reaching the goal of publication. But there could be... possibly... some feedback.
Authonomists... or others who sample only an initial chapter before writing a comment intended only to draw attention to their own literary efforts... will probably be fewer in number and less kind than they were in respect of Golden Dawn. Good! I would prefer to be seen as a bit outrageous, sesquipedalian in spades, unapologetic in my detours through obscure meanders of a 'roman fleuve', overindulgent in a prose equivalent of cinematic gratuitous nudity.
And now? What's next? I reckon there might be one or two of my older original screenplays worthy of novelization.
Unemployed I may be, but idle? Not!
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