Some years ago, I was somebody. Not much of somebody, to be sure. No awards, no fame, but a steady succession of novels, and a number of short stories.
It didn't take me much to fall off the wagon. Two kids, a fulltime job, irritation at the fact that, after all that work, I wasn't much of somebody.
But there isn't much else for me to do, so I've been back at it again. My novel is coming out next year, and I've been sending stories out again. It's not the most sensible course of action in the world, but it's what I've got.
So that's what this is all about. I'm going for it. Wish me luck.