Writing is hell. It’s like fighting a war all by yourself for years, and then when you call for backup you have to wait years more and you’re never sure it’s going to arrive anyway.
Okay, maybe I’m over-egging it, but that’s how it can feel. For decades, centuries even, people have brought their bundles of literary joy to their nearest post box, said a little prayer (even the atheists), and let them tumble - clunk! - into the inevitable. It’s heart-rending, but it has to be done, doesn’t it? Otherwise that novel is just… novelty insulation for your house.
Writers, be brave! Send your stuff off, you’ve nothing to lose.
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