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 …

I grow strange waiting

I realised during lunch the other day that I am waiting for something to happen. This realisation was accompanied by a sense of peaceful tranquillity that wafted over me as I unwrapped my sandwich.  So why am I waiting and what precisely am I waiting for? Waiting is so unlike …