Tonight I got a rejection for my novel from an agent I didn't even remember. I had submitted the novel to him last June (by which I mean 2009; that's a year and three months ago). I won't share it here just yet because now I'm all paranoid and stuff. (I'll just say this: "Young Adult, my patooty, Bub; you simply don't have the availability to take on any new clients at this time, but you did have availability to share my materials with several of your colleagues? (Read: the guy you pay $15/hour to come in on Saturdays and read three pages, didn't like it.") Instead, micies, I submit for your philosophical consideration the above absurdity. What if your dentist rejected you? What then?