There comes a point in every writer's life where we find ourselves questioning everything: our ability to write, our odds of getting published, our sanity at having dared to venture down this path in the first place.
Why have I chosen this life of misery?" we cry. And for those of you who have yet to reach this ugly threshold, I regret to report that this is not a softly mumbled cry into one of those lovely old-fashioned handkerchiefs. It's a crumpled-on-the-ground, raging-at-the-injustice-of-it-all, this-was-not-how-this-was-supposed-to-go, Nancy Kerrigan-style plea: "Why?"
Yes, the moment will come, and with any luck it will pass just as quickly. It's perhaps best, however, if this particular moment does not arrive for you while you are also the editor at the helm of a leading international publication for writers.
