Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Waiting is the Hardest Part

War has broken out between the cats that like to frequent my backyard at 3am and me.  I'm sure my neighbors already thinking I'm a raving lunatic for running out into the yard in the middle of the night in my underwear, yelling at the stupid cats.  But now shit's about to get real.

I ordered a motion activated sprinkler.  Those cats won't know what hit them.

And I'm doing all of this because I'm waiting.  I hate waiting.  I hate waiting in a way that drives me mad.  I should probably drink.  Instead, I check my email twenty times per hour, waiting for something to come through.  And, at the end of the day, when no emails have arrived, I find myself exhausted.  I almost look forward to the weekend because it means I can relax.  If no email has come by Friday evening, then none will come over the weekend.

For a writer, waiting is a necessity.  You wait for replies, you wait for people to read, you wait for edits, you wait for reviews.  People tell you to write something else, but that's just a bunch of BS to get you to quit complaining.  Anyway, if you're a writer, you're writing something else anyway.  Hell, you probably have 10 something else's written.  That's just who you are.

I've been throwing myself into my day job, into my side job, into a short story and a new book and revisions for two books I don't know what I want to do with.

And still...it's not enough to keep my from hating the waiting.

So I've declared war on those cats.

I love the smell of catnip in the morning.  Smells like victory.


  1. I hate it too, and am currently waiting as impatiently as you are. It sucks.

    1. I will keep my fingers crossed for you, my friend. Good luck!


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