Agents are like dates (sort of)

I’m really going to have to do something to occupy my time. I’m making myself crazy sitting around the house, checking the phone periodically to see if it is working. I’m waiting for an agent to ring, you see. Waiting on an agent is like dating, says a writing friend. …

The Break-up

Waiting to hear back has brought out my worst insecurities, taking on the characteristics of a bad break-up. I alternate between extremes of bungee-jumping off anxiety peak highs and delayed reaction lows; everything  e x a g g e r a t e d l y slow. Much like a break-up, …

I’m no good at waiting

I’m doing a terrible job of distracting myself, so I don’t focus on the fact that someone at this very moment is holding my manuscript. I’m not naive enough to think they will be reading it any time soon, just knowing they have it is nerve wrecking enough. Here are …

Treating myself

Monday night I finished slapping together my manuscript and sent it off to all interested parties (hurrah). I still don’t have an ending, but plenty of time to work on it over the next few weeks. It will keep my mind off the wait, and hopefully off the zombies. I was so …