Figments of the world, unite!

I got a rejection on a query today. This made me happy! I'm sure you're wondering how that could be, so lemme s'plain. No, there is too much, lemme sum up.

With all this resounding silence in the submission department lately, I had started to wonder if I had perhaps ceased to exist. That maybe, I was merely a figment of a collective imagination, and they all stopped believing in me.

Now, before you scoff, I should point out that my college cronies and I had a collective figment friend, and once upon a time, we stopped believing in her and she went away! True story. (or, you know, she could have done the exchange program to Japan, but I like my version better)

So, if it can happen to Donder Kaye, it can happen to me! Please, everyone who may or may not believe in me as a figment of your imagination, don't stop now. I'm not ready to be relegated to that unemployment office where old imaginary friends go. No one's hiring anymore, and even when they are, they only hire the young ones who work for cheap.