Originally posted by stotty
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Making it on the tour-- no possibility for me nor ever was-- but having a success of esteem in writing fiction-- a lot of very good people have told me not to give up. I wonder how many of them really knew the odds, even William Golding who took LORD OF THE FLIES to 40 publishers before he got it accepted and eventually won the Nobel Prize for Literature, may not have known the odds against me personally having the success of esteem he wrote to me about (he used the French-- succès d'estime). I'm sure some of my declared enemies here could give reasons whether accurate or not. But I do live LORD OF THE FLIES now three days a week as a substitute teacher, and I don't write one novel after another the way I used to and push it out there to the crass nitwits who don't even want to read anything and actually hate writing that might become good and just want to make money period. Anyone genuinely interested in this topic should read the publisher-written essay MAX PERKINS, HE DEAD. Or talk to Annie Dillard, who only won a Pulitzer Prize and once wrote across the top of her website: "I am not aware of any American publishers taking on new writers at this time."
No, Chris Lewit, I haven't given up on my kick serve. And no, the ghosts of John Hawkes, Edwin Honig, Nancy Hale, Tillie Olson and William Golding, I haven't given up on my writing of fiction. I just do it much more slowly and sporadically, which could be bad or good. At least, though, and this seems so important, I feel that I am on "the hamster wheel of ordinary life." Great phrase!
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