I am one of those people who likes to believe she is in control of her life. Normally I have no problem with this, but for the past few days I seem to be adrift.
I have things I need to do, but I have to wait on others to make their decisions, make the first move. Waiting has never been one of my best things. And, it's not just in my work life, although that is a BIG part of it. I wait for publishers and agents to respond to queries, partials and fulls. I need to get Midnight Sun published, there are two more finished novels hinging on the one. Yes, any of them could stand alone. But I wrote a series, I want a series, I read series. I warned you I would be whining.
Now I find myself waiting for the proverbial shoe to drop in my personal life as well. Will I get hired for the job I applied for? How will that affect my writing? My dogs?
I hate waiting.