Fighting the Impulse

Dear Readers.  I’m slowly going insane.  If you’ve been following this blog for at least a few months, you know that I’ve submitted two different short stories to a very well known romance publisher (samples here & here).  I’m trying to be patient, but really, I’m not that good at it.  In fact, I’m not even the least bit patient.  I’m an instant gratification kind of person.  That’s why I don’t have hobbies.  I like to play pool, at least in theory, but when I play I find out that I’m not that good at it, so I get mad and want to hurt someone with one of those long stick things.  I don’t play video games – I haven’t since those stupid ghosts ate my Pacman.  I don’t play musical instruments because that takes practice and well, I’d rather be reading.  I learned to read when I was four, I don’t remember having to work at it.  My mother may have another story, but it seems to me that I’ve been a readaholic forever.  I started writing in 3rd grade. 

So these two stories are out….and I’m waiting.  Something we’ve already established that I’m not good at.  When I submitted them, I was told 3-4 months.  So based on that projection, I really shouldn’t expect to hear anything until the end of this month or sometime in October.  My email comes to my cell phone, so every time the blasted thing buzzes that I have an email, I stop breathing and I get a surge of adrenaline.  It’s kind of exhausting, really, because this happens about 25 times a day.  I’ll drop dead of a heart attack and never know if I sold the damn things.  Today I got an email from eHarlequin thanking me for a purchase (I’m doing recon don’t you know) but, when I saw eHarlequin in the sender line, I very nearly had an accident in my pants.

Isabella does a great job of keeping my spirits up, and Ava tells it like it is.  They are the yin & yang of nervous breakdowns.  So I do what every professional writer/agent/editor tells you to do while you’re waiting to sell your book: keep writing.  So I’m pecking away……and checking my email.  Harlequin editors – if you’re reading this, give a girl a break.