After dozens of those horrid rejection letters, and two manuscripts later, I finally thought I struck gold, landing a high-powered agent in the big apple who thought my work was ready for the major market. When he read my first manuscript, he asked if I was “comfortable in the spotlight.” Sure that editors would be scrambling, he sent out ten simultaneous submissions to major houses thinking it would go to the highest bidder. Think again. Many nice comments, but no buyers. Back to square one.