I may have mentioned my tradition of sacrificing a manuscript to the sea, and if I managed to pick it up before the waves crashed on to it, then it was meant to be.
Of course, meant to be didn’t mean anyone was going to buy it.
But I never told myself that.
Neither did I tell myself that if the sea didn’t want it (i.e. I grabbed it before the surf surged back onto the beach) then no one else would want it either.
I skimmed over that part, and wrote another book.
I smile when I think back on the important tradition I created around a book. Those books rarely sell, and we’re talking maybe one or two a year. But if I hadn’t written those books, then I wouldn’t have written about Maratse or Petra, or any of the other books that do sell.
So sacrificing my books to the sea (especially in a storm) to give them a good start wasn’t a bad idea, it was just different books that got a good start. 😉