Don't work with people who don't care about you.
I submitted one of my manuscripts to a new agent. It’s time for someone else to handle that aspect of my career.
It doesn’t seem that long ago, but it’s been a few years; I suffered a tremendous blow when I woke one morning unable to hear on the right side. I was violently ill every time I tried to move. The emergency room said it was earwax (feel free to roll your eyes). My GP couldn’t figure out what was happening. It took an ENT to explain that a viral infection was attacking my vestibular and audial nerves. They were being crushed in their canal of bone, and it was highly likely I’d be rendered deaf.
After intensive treatment, I regained a tiny bit of hearing and now wear a hearing aid that restores a minimal amount of sound awareness to that ear. Thankfully, I can walk and move without throwing up, but my days of riding roller coasters are over.
I tell you this because as I went through this traumatic experience, along with invasive procedures that involved having injections made through my eardrum, my agent did not express even the slightest amount of sympathy. Neither did my editors, as far as that went. My agent even asked me for new work amid all these problems. That’s when I knew we weren’t the right fit.
Don’t work with people who don’t care about you, no matter how much money is involved.