For something on a personal note. You know that one friend of yours? The one who picks the wrong person to go out with, to fall head over heels in love with, the exact worst person for them? There could not possibly be a more destructive choice for your friend? Friend finally suffers breakup, you listen patiently to all the tears and the self-deprecation and the "oh, my god, how could I have been so blind?" wailing.
Then your friend turns around and hooks up with a clone of that person in the next couple of months - and does this again and again.
I seem to have this issue with publishers.
Oh, no, certainly not all of them. I have some truly lovely publishers, one of whom I've been with for years. Faithful, ethical, supportive publishers who pay on time and honor their contracts and commitments. But there's always that one. The bright, shiny one I hang so many hopes on despite my friends' warnings. Despite the warnings going off in my head. I make excuses. I wait for the promised changes to happen. Yes, everything will be fine soon.
Until it all falls apart. And this isn't my first rodeo. Hell, no. I'm just a trusting, self-deluded idiot. No, I'm not naming names. Not in public. That wouldn't be right.
But there will be a delay in some sequels and for that, I apologize to my readers. We'll get there again and maybe now, finally, I've learned to make better choices.
Angel writes (mostly) Science Fiction and Fantasy centered around queer heroes. Currently living part time in the hectic sprawl of northern Delaware and full time inside her head, she has one husband, one son, two cats, a love of all things beautiful and a terrible addiction to the consumption of both knowledge and chocolate.