Find you. Be you. Be happy with that.
Don’t just send out your novel without putting it through a bit of fire. Fire serves some good purposes. When you put impure silver through the fire, all the scummy dross rises to the surface. That’s a good thing, because you can then skim it all off and you’re left with something in its purest, finest state.
It’s no wonder that truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction has to make sense.