I’ve been trying to find an agent for my novel. It’s been months of writing letters, rewriting so they like it, cutting it into two books, networking. I can’t take it anymore. I haven’t even met these people, and I’m doing all this work to please them. For what? $2 per book sold? I’ve done a lot of hard things in my life. Lost 100 lbs, climbed Mt Fuji, got multiple college degrees, worked at a famous newspaper, spoken in front of hundreds of people. And this has been the most soul-killing. I wish I had never written anything.