Bleak forecast, hints of sun, and I’m not talking the weather. I was going to have a nice post this morning about the restful peace of snow, (I’ve done my share of shoveling, and I maintain snow is peaceful) but alas, no snow. We didn’t get even any rain out of that huge front that came through. I’m blaming the statues.
The bleak forecast I’m talking about is in the writing field. If you are a writer, published or un, my agent has a handful of very informative posts on his blog this week that you may be interested in, one from my publisher has a very yin/yang feel to it. I’m not up to making my own predictions, but there will always be books, and there will always be writers, and if the consumer is unhappy, he or she needs to vote with his wallet. Otherwise we’ll all be sucking down what everyone else says is a good book, when what we’re starving for is a book that speaks to us.