When I wrote my first hideous/horrid/someone build me a pyre so I can burn them, books, I didn't really think about the trillion other writers doing the exact same thing. In fact, I would have estimated the amount of wanna-be writers (nope don't like that either) as about a couple of hundred (old me = naive fool). Now, despite knowing there are many, many, way more than I ever imagined, people working on their (add your own number) book, searching for an agent etc, it's all oddly comforting.
All my worries, they're yours too. All my hopes, they're fluttering around your stomachs... It's pretty here in this little corner of perdition.
*apologies to Carrie Harris who isn't an aspiring anything, she's climbing the slippery ladder in sparkly heels, yet still managing to wave hello to the zombies circling the ladder.
