It’s occurred to me as I try to sell The Mungk and get some of my other, less literary, more aggressive work published that I really have no idea how it all works. In the movies and on television, it’s easy to sell a book. Have an idea but no experience or following? Fuck, here’s twelve grand.
It’s either that or someone struggles and toils for years and years and then suddenly gets a big break and makes millions (which rarely actually happens in publishing).
For me, having spent my whole life being an idiot, and not really pursuing that side while I was writing for myself, I have no idea how to do this.
Still. Every moment is just a moment. There is always another, until death.