I think I'm getting better at waiting. Really, I am.
I'm currently waiting to hear from 'the agent' on my revisions to Baltimore Heat that I sent back out to her last Wednesday, AND I'm waiting to hear whether Baltimore Heat placed 1, 2, or 3 in the Golden Rose contest.
Most days I'm completely oblivious that the fate of this manuscript is being decided on by an agent and an editor. Most days it doesn't even cross my mind. Most days I put one foot in front of the other and continue writing words on the page because that's what writers do.
But occasionally it crosses my mind, especially when I hear about a writer friend receiving her call. (Yay, Sarah!) I start to get teary eyed and imagine receiving my own call. Then I take a step back and try to enjoy this moment, right now, at this time.
Because this time in my writing career is special, this is the 'before'. I want to bottle this sense of anticipation and expectation. This roller coaster of highs and lows, this building up, this reaching to the top of the hill. To absorb these feelings completely because once the call comes, I'll be on to the next step with new challenges and new expectations.
This time is unique and special, and I am trying to live in the moment and enjoy it. And that's why I think I'm getting better at waiting.
But the anticipation is KILLING ME! I want you to win! I want you to get an agent! I want you to take over the world with me!!!!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sarah! We'll get there, but I'm trying to be very zen about this. I have to wait until it's 'my time'.
ReplyDeleteOkay, who am I trying to kid here? I want it to happen this time with this manuscript.
Thanks for cramping your fingers for me!