The problem is, lots of folks like to write, and that makes it a huge pain in the ass to figure out what's worth reading. That's true at every level. As an example, Sci Fi author/Futurist Cory Doctorow took this picture of Tor Books' slush pile, and now it's famous:
Just to prove that everything always comes full circle, I'll note that I used to review Doctorow's stuff when IDW was adapting it for comics back when PaperbackReader.Com was a going concern, and I was one of their reviewers. His stuff was always off-beat and inventive, and I found it agreeably depressing in regards to the future of humanity.
I've been reading the latest Robert Galbraith novel The Silkworm, and it too is agreeably depressing, especially on the subject of publishing. J.K. Rowling has a lot to say about publishing and self-publishers, and most of it is relentlessly negative. She seems to really like small-press publishers, but everyone else is portrayed badly in her book, with would-be or self-published novelists coming across uniformly as delusional wannabes. To paraphrase one of her characters, There are too many writers and not enough readers.
I'd be happy for somebody who's knowledgable to come along and tell me that my work isn't good enough, that it's great that I wrote a book for my kids, but it doesn't have any future beyond that, and I should stick to being a hobbyist. I could live with that. I'd be happy with it, really. Unfortunately, that's not what's happening. Folks seem to like my book. I don't know that I trust my test-readers--actually, I definitely do not trust them--but nobody has yet told me that I'm wasting my time. They've been unfailingly positive. In fact, the last person to read my stuff said, "I guess you've had a lot of people tell you it's good. It reminds me of George R. R. Martin."
I don't think my stuff is like Martin's at all, but it's a flattering comparison.
I can handle rejection. What's driving me crazy is the idea that some half-drunk unpaid intern is gonna pretend to read my stuff and then dump it in the trash, so she can sleep off last night's partying. No one will ever know or care that she did it, and I'll be left exactly where I am now.
That's not good enough. I want to be rejected for a reason.
To quote Brian Michael Bendis, "Writers write." With that in mind, I've already started working on my next book, and at least so far, it's looking like a follow up to the last one. I'm gonna post a bit of it tomorrow, and you can take it for what it's worth. If you hate it, by all means please let me know.
If you're wondering where the next part of "The Return of Dr. Necropolis" is...
I haven't forgotten you. I just keep getting side-tracked.