Waiting. Is. Agony.

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.

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12 thoughts on “Waiting. Is. Agony.

  1. Great post, Dina! Thank you. Wonderful that you have loved ones to distract you! That you have a sequel in the works is also a great distraction. As one of my professors used to say – always have something in progress and in the mail. It gives us hope.

    Happy Mother’s Day!

  2. I know exactly how you feel. Last night I submitted a short story to a science fiction ezine. I’ve been panicking ever since (off and on). It’s crazy! I know I’ll most likely get rejected, but then there’s that nagging wish–that hope–they’ll accept, maybe even really like your submission. I hope that happens for you! Your submission is a much bigger deal!

  3. Well, I’m not sure if I should comment, though I liked this post (you Are a good writer), ’cause I self-published.

    But…

    I did have to wait for my editor and a special Review Office; and, I did have to make myself wait after that so I could assure myself the final manuscript was really final–time between reads gives more perspective…

    But, fourteen days before the date I’d scheduled to publish, I couldn’t wait anymore; I’d used up all my excuses to wait.

    So…

    I published.

  4. Dina, thank you for that post!
    I’ve been trying to work up the nerve to submit my first short story to an ezine – and I’m not looking forward to the anxiety I know I’ll be going through once I do so. At least now I’ll know I’m not alone suffering through sleepless nights. :)
    Actually, I’m sure submitting a short story (which I well know requires a lot less effort – and thus emotional commitment – than a novel) will be much less painful than what you are going through right now.
    Cross my fingers that things will work out for you!

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