I’ve decided to self-publish. I have spent the past year querying agents, and piling up rejections. I stopped counting after 50 rejections or so. That is just the number the people that actually responded to reject me. I’m not counting the crickets of those agents who didn’t.

I call it NaNoF*ckIt, because I start every time, generally make my wordcount the first day or two and then get hopelessly behind and quit sometime about day six.

Every “no” is one step closer to a “yes”, I say.
Good things come to those who wait, I say.
Patience is a virtue, I say.
@^%$*!!!, I say.

I replied, that I was actually very happy to get a rejection. She seemed surprised by this. I said it is because I actually have something to reject. How wonderful is that?