Before I was published, my agent sent my manuscript to two trusted editors for their opinion. He sent those opinions to me as attachments in an email which simply said: “Read this…” Both editors said essentially the same thing: “I normally trust your judgment, Peter (my agent), but this book (my book) confuses me. It isn’t particularly funny and I don’t like the characters. I’m only on page 50. Do I have to keep reading?” This was a devastating moment for me. I could have sat there staring at the screen, but I reached out to Peter. “I don’t know what to do here,” I said and he wrote back: “There is no precipice here, Robert. I still believe in your book.” I went downstairs and worked out for two hours, then I started rewriting my book. It took two weeks. It became a lot funnier. For some weird, irrational reason, tragedy begets humor. Go figure. Thanks for the post.