I'm kinda tired.
Kinda burnt out.
I don't want to talk about the state of publishing much anymore. Yes, it's changing, but too slowly for some. We get it.
I don't wanna talk about self-publishing. I did it with my book and it's been working for me, but I still want a publisher with my next book. It is what it is.
But what gets me is the hand wringing. The shouting from the top step that the sky is falling. Books are going to be diluted. Gatekeepers are horrible. Too many typos. Blah blah blah blah.
I try to stay away from it. Seriously. I'm starting to tire of publishing news. Really. It's the same things blogged and re-blogged and blogged again.
Like Sandra, I'm feeling nostalgic. I miss the old days.
I miss the days when I didn't know anything about the publishing industry. I miss the days when I only cared about my books and my stories.
So get this... tonight I finished the 3rd draft of my next book. It needs another major draft, but it's almost there.
I don't miss this feeling.
And I wanna shout it from the skies.