It’s time to put a quiet end to my Substack adventure. I need to wake up and smell the rejections. This is the thirtieth week where I’ve mused about my hopeful journey to get traditionally published.

What do you write about when there’s not much to write about?

 Well, there is the creaky old joke about a young minister preaching a first sermon at his (or her!) small, country church. Unfortunately, this Sunday has awful weather.

In Selling My Soul #27 (last week!), I mentioned a plan to hire a freelance editor to read and critique THROUGH A FOREST WILDERNESS. I concluded with these two expectations: