Being a writer is a sucky profession, I don’t recommend it to anyone.

Parts of it are good. When I had my contract in hand, life was grand. (I say, in retrospect). My publishing career was a blank slate, money was rolling in, and I had a deadline. I could say “my first novel is coming out in May,” and everyone would prostrate at my feet.

Now, well…the novel is out, and like most first books, sales are slow, the germination of the next book is even slower, and supporting myself is a dreary task. Sometimes it’s hard to maintain a positive attitude is all’s I’m saying. If you can, be a computer programmer! Or a dentist! Or an acccountant! Something well-paid and regular that doesn’t require you to lay your heart on the line for a fickle public.

Oh OK, I’ll shut up now. I know how lucky I am to have published a novel. I’ve just been drifiting ever since I finished BreakupBabe.

But that’s life, isn’t it? An endless cycle of achievement, drifting, love, loss. Winter, spring, summer, fall. You want the sun to shine all the time, but it doesn’t.

In other news, I did apply to be on Oprah! Apparently an upcoming show will have the theme “Desperately Single” and while my pride caused me to hesistate at such an opportunity, common sense soon took over. Yes! I am Desperately Single! And I Desperately Want to Promote my Book on Oprah!

I also entered my book in the Lulu Blooker Prize competition, for the best book based on a blog. I was a bit dismayed to see there is actually lots of competition. In fact, I see I’m competing with Jessica Cutler and The Washingtonienne, which is tres annoying. I haven’t actually read her book but I refuse to believe it’s better than mine! Oh hell, maybe it is. Jessica Cutler is probably a literary genius compared to me and I wish her all the success in the world. There, see! I’m not jealous or bitter!

OK I see I have hardly a positive thing to say today. I will end with a photo, showing my book on a reader’s bookshelf in illustrious company. Thanks to Kelly for the picture!