The minutes crawl by… I lie in bed staring at the ceiling fan, the nominal breeze coming through the open window causing it to turn infinitesimally. I get up. Write. Check email. Watch DVRed shows. Lie back in bed and do it again about an hour later. During the day, I keep busy to resist bombarding my agent with emails so I don’t appear like the neurotic that obviously I am.
I only finished the final draft of Baby Grand in early February, but it seems like forever ago. Will today be the day I hear news, I wonder. Any news? Is it too soon?
Kathryn Stockett recently wrote an essay for More magazine about how The Help, her best-selling novel, was rejected 60 times before it found a literary agency to call home. Three and a half years of rejection. Three and a half years.
Thank God for Novel #2 and the sequel to Baby Grand and my freelance work that helps refocus my attention. And a special thank you goes to my kids, family members and friends for helping to distract me with get-togethers and hugs and, especially, for not telling me how tired I look.