I think it's time to admit I have a problem. I am a writer-a-holic. For the past three, going on four, years I have written with the intensity of the gods trying to make the pub deal happen.
The great news is, I DID IT! But now what? I'm stuck in the eternal wait of pub world. Waiting on my edit letter for SING TO THE WIND. Waiting on final betas for POPSICLE. Then I'll be waiting after those revisions when I send it to my agent to hear if it's going to be book 2.
And frankly, I'm not sure what to do with myself. Yes I've been reading. I took a trip to visit my family in Alabama. I've beta'ed for other writers. I've cleaned the house and gone out to dinner with local friends. But the itch is back.
The itch to work on words.
But here's the thing. I really shouldn't start on anything else. Of course I have a shiny new idea, but I feel like I need to keep my mind clear for the edit letter I know is around the next bend. I have an older project I could revise, but again, it's going to require full focus and I don't want to get pulled off track.
So. I wait. And sigh. And roll my eyes. And open the fridge. And check Twitter. Or Facebook.
And try to be patient. But it's soooooo hard.
That is all.