‘Tis hard to breathe. Or think about anything else. I check email and voicemail and Twitter way to much. I agonize when the phone rings and when it does not.
Normal people might not do these things. But I do.
Waiting is hard. But not being rejected yet means that I can still hope.
Hope was earned by hard work, multiple versions of the query letter, and rewarded by advancement from the slush pile to the pending pile. Hope hope hope.
The only time I can stop my time-warped brain from agonizing is when I work on my next book or run a few miles. I’m making good progress and I plan to complete it this summer and spend the fall revising. Running helps me figure out WTH the crazy characters are going to do next or why they are the way they are.
While I wait for the phone to ring, I spend my spare minutes thinking of a name for this untitled WIP. Unlike my first book which has TWO names, this one is still nicknamed “Sludge” after the street name of a main character.
I’ll post a sample chapter in the next few weeks. In the meantime, I have all of my crossable fingers in position and my breath held tight.