As someone who just finished her first novel and is having hell's own time getting paid for my first major short fiction sale (a giant middle finger to Washington Mutual, who couldn't find their asses with both hands and a flashlight, WTF, an international wire transfer should be CAKE to a friggin' BANK, no wonder Chase had to buy you out before you went bankrupt), I have this to say:

Get over yourself, princess. I've written a bunch of characters I love beyond all reason in this thing, and I'm probably going to have to throw it up on my LJ as a freebie with a tip jar because it doesn't fit neatly into genres. (Seriously, the urban fantasy people are going to say "you got science in my werewolf fiction," the SF people are going to say "you got werewolves in my SF," and the medical thriller people are going to be saying "What the shit is this???") Suck it up, write another book, and deal. More writing, less whining.

Also--fifty rejections? Is that all? She's not trying very hard.