My Red Shoes

My Red Shoes

9 March 09

After reading that some people who have published themselves through print-on-demand companies don’t manage to sell any copies at all, I am now feeling very nervous. It has wrenched my head from out of the clouds and given me a reality-check-shock.

As usual I have all my eggs in just one basket and am now starting to wonder whether blindly pursuing my dream is leading me down the path to my own financial ruin. I just hope my Dorothy red shoes are enough to save me.

Drowned Rat

Drowned Rat

Someone has described me today as being a 'drowned rat' with my constant crisis of confidence. My wavering lack of confidence mirrors the lack of confidence in the economy at the moment, and every time we think the tide is finally turning upwards, it pulls back down again to even deeper lows.

I have no kitchen sink today as my kitchen is in the process of being renovated so I have to use my bathroom to do my washing up. When I say bathroom, I mean a badly built shed attached to my house with an ancient bath suite dumped in it. I even take my jewellery out of there when there is a strong wind about, like last night, just in case the whole thing gets blown over, Wizard of Oz style.