My struggles getting published have me thinking about van Gogh. (Not that I compare my work to his. I'm not that egotistical.) He lived his entire life convinced that he was a failure, as an artist and as a person. While he was alive, he could not sell a painting to save his life, and now his works bring auction bids in the millions. That has got to be one of the cruelest fates, to be noteworthy and go to your grave without it ever being acknowledged.