We have guests arriving tomorrow. The house needs a thorough washing, the laundry too. I also have a manuscript I need to work on and several other projects lurking in the background.
And what am I doing? Obsessing over the submissions being reviewed.
My short story babies got on the big school bus. Some left months ago, while others have been gone only a week. In their absence, I worry how they are doing. Then I tell myself not to worry, it’s in God’s hands. Finally, I write another one and send it off too. It’s become this strange parent-child dance. Sadly, in this process I am avoiding my oldest baby: the unpublished, three-times rewritten, middle-grade novel that I plan to pitch next month.
Ok. This all sounds a little over dramatic. But what else is to be expected from a fiction writer? I am, after all, an adult child making up stories. My work is a product of an overactive imagination. And I love it!
How do you deal with the waiting after submitting your work?
