And then I read this article which appeared exactly 17 years ago. I read it a couple of months after it came out, because my old officemate used to bring me her old NY Times. Then I would gradually read them at home, because the NY Times always has interesting stories, but I was too cheap to pay for my own subscription. [Full disclosure: the old coworker retired years ago, and I left my job two years ago, but every few months I go to her house and retrieve a few bags of newspapers that she has set aside for me.]
After reading the article, I looked up Harold Ober in my green book. That was it. There was no other way to figure out more about them. [Full disclosure #2: Sometimes I try to recreate how I used to learn about things before the Internet, and it gives me a headache.] I typed up a letter to Wendy [no email, remember?] and got ready to send it off. At the last minute, I double-checked the spelling on her name [no T on Schmalz].
And she asked for a full manuscript [by letter]. And then offered [by phone] to represent me.
Now we’ve been together longer than some couples have been married. Longer than a few readers of this blog have been alive.
What if I had given up after my hundredth rejection? Around the same time, I took a writing class. At least two of the folks in that class - Tom and Jane - were far better writers than I was. They both gave up after getting a few rejections. As far as I know, they haven't been published.
Don't ever give up!