I’ve been going through life carrying two incredibly harmful mindsets:
The world revolves around me.
Nothing ever changes.
Living with both of these delusions, I had this dream—that I would write a great book, and I’d send it to an agent who would take a chance on me, and I’d live happily ever after.
I got halfway there. I wrote the damned thing. Then I sent it to a ton of agents, just like you’re ‘supposed’ to do, and…
Crickets.
Yup. Shoulda saw that one coming, right?