If anyone had told me a few years ago that being an author consisted of lots of waiting for things to happen followed by mad scrambles to do edits or meet contract and then more waiting, I would have laughed. I actually thought that once I scrambled over the fence separating aspiring writers from published the waiting would end. Silly me.
Where’s this leading you ask? I’m currently in waiting mode, barely hanging on to sanity and what’s left of my patience. Yes, there are several irons in the fire, manuscripts at various places and with various people. I have three different manuscripts out at the moment. I’m working on a new manuscript and have almost finished the first draft. I’m writing but the waiting is grinding me down. Is anyone else out there waiting? Please tell me I’m not waiting alone!