It is only now that I must face the fact that my writing is not ‘up to scratch’ (as they say) and that I have little to no chance of ever having my memoir published by any other person than myself. In other words, I can store my writing away in its little USB and forget it, or I can use the services of one of the self-publishing companies that charge only for any books you may wish to publish … print, is possibly a more appropriate word.
I shall mull over this dilemma for another week before deciding on what action – if any – I will
take. Meanwhile, I will continue with posts on my blog and try not to sound too much like a Grumpy Old Woman, as my past few posts have indicated.