I can't rightly claim I've been too busy, just as I can't rightly claim I've had nothing to write about. I've been pursuing a career as a writer of children's stories.
The writing of children's stories went OK. The finding of someone in the publishing industry who likes what I've written went much less well.
It's a barbarous industry too. If they like it (I suspect) they'd let the author know. If they don't, they sometimes give you a standard reply, or sometimes say nothing. There's no feedback, no "I stopped reading at page 12/ the title / the covering letter / you lost me at 'hello'".
Functioning in these parameters - hoping to improve without feedback, incessant rejection, being ignored and unvalued helps me to appreciate how fatherhood has prepared me for life more than childhood did.
Posted on 2014-12-12 20:48:48