What I’m really thinking: the failed novelist

Years of work and emotional investment wasted, I finally gave up, to save my sanity. But I’m scarredMy biggest mistake? Thinking it was my destiny. After all, I’d written stories since I could hold a pencil, won every creative writing prize at school, then, as an adult, short story competitions. I joined writers’ groups, honed my craft, completed a great manuscript. I found an agent, finally. He was reputable and confident, and initially there was a flurry of interest from