I had my novel picked up by a literary agent who promised me the moon. A year later, it still sits in the slush pile, after receiving a dozen very nicely worded rejections.
I totally understand Hardy's pain.
Was the agent a lady who had vacated L.A. for Colorado? just wondering, sounds like what happened with a spec script of mine a long while back. That agent managed to burn some bridges I already had up by
re-sending the script to places that had already read it, which is one thing you don't ever do. That took me from Silver Pictures VP saying, 'keep us in mind for future writing' to 'we're closed to this kind of submission' in the span of 2 months.
Blew my mind that I got better results -- nice turndowns and a couple of pitch meetings -- on specs with releases attached than I ever did with any agent submitting stuff.
I doubt it--she only handles books. I have nothing but fondness but for her, really: she truly believed in my book and is cute as a button to boot. She was just being unrealistic. But I'm a depressive, and science is finding more and more that depressives tend be depressive because we see life (and ourselves) rather more clearly than those who possess a sunny demeanor.
I haven't totally lost hope--
Dune, The Forever War, SF is littered with with books that editors were too obtuse to pounce on until they'd received double digit rejections. Still, I'm not sanguine, nor am I Frank Herbert or Joe Haldeman--those guys are gods.
Point is, if I were prone to chemical addiction (which I'm not--I'm addicted to food and sex and that's pretty much it; I've more-than-experimented with many potentially habit forming drugs* and drink regularly but have never developed a dependency), I could easily see this experience pushing me to the bottle, needle, pipe, what-have-you. As it is--coupled with my dislike of my day job--it
has pretty much tabled any chance of me losing weight or staying out of the fleshpots of Southern New Jersey. There are only so many battles a man can fight at one time.
*Weed, percocet, adderall, cocaine, psylocybin, ecstasy, LSD, among others--I don't indulge much anymore but I had my youth and I regret none of it.