Sometimes I get a little bummed that I haven’t been offered a book contract yet. Editors at a couple of my dream publishing houses have taken interest in my proposal, but they’ve not been able to convince their teams to take on the project. My agent, Karen Neumair, is awesome and I’m still over the moon that she is working with me to make Life Reconstructed (tentative title) become a reality.  But rejections can be deflating, and the waiting is hard. On particularly frustrating days, I wonder what in the world I’m even doing. But a few weeks ago I…