When I seriously re-committed myself to writing around this time last year, I thought I was close to finishing my revision and getting an agent. Now, I feel farther away than ever. Nothing has happened to make me believe that my writing is getting worse or that I've become ridiculously inept with publishing industry professionals. It's just impossible to ignore the rejections everyone else receives and the years it takes to get an agent---10 and 15 were common numbers for successful authors. That sounds like a very long time.
To reflect back on Bill Bryson's A Walk in the Woods, maybe I'm on a trail uphill and it's too steep to see the view. I just hope that it's sensational and doesn't come with a nasty drop-off.