I’ve just read an outline of the life of Australian Author John O’ Grady. It seems that, after facing rejection by a well-known publisher, ‘They’re a Weird Mob’ went on to sell a million copies!
What’s the moral of this? That literature can be hard to judge? That striking the right note with readers can snowball to infinite heights? That what fails in the eyes of experts can still succeed magnificently?
Like John O’ Grady, I’m an Australian author, and some of my work is humorous, but there the similarities wane. He went on to fame, becoming a household name, or at least his pseudonym did!
In contrast, I’m little-known outside my circle, and a woman.
Still, with five published books, and many encouraging comments, who knows what the future may hold?
Did my husband Ron know he was destined to build the Grand Organ in the Concert Hall of the Sydney Opera House? And self-taught, too!