The Bottom End of a Publishing Career
I labored to create a writing career. As I climbed the ladder of writing success, the view above was surprisingly uninspiring—someone’s backside. I let go of the rungs and found another ladder. After climbing a few steps, I found another posterior—different, but still another fleshy part a person uses to sit. Hmmm. I tried an author's ladder whom I admire, and while I climbed rather high, the view before reaching my dream was still the same—the tail end of another writer. While I was getting good at climbing ladders and following others, I was getting tired of rumps. I took a step back and viewed the writing world from a distance. The ladder of success wasn’t a ladder at all. It was a jungle gym with a different way to the top for every person.
