Whenever passed on by literary agents I make sure to send them a note, respectful, yet telling them in vivid detail how much they will regret passing on me.
Picture me in a penthouse frowning upon your building. With binoculars I spot you briefly staring out your window – pondering my success, perhaps? And to draw your attention, a laser pointer. You look toward my building, by chance you have a pair of binoculars laying around. You go get them. You look up and see me giving a thumbs up and smiling all chill. Haha. That is what you’ll be missing out on, dear Sir. Much thanks.