I hate waiting. Waiting without any hint of an end date is painful, agonising. Even worse if there’s no promise that there will ever be one. Another time I remember the waiting being frustratingly drawn out was when I was pregnant. The last few weeks seemed to take an eternity to pass but at least with that waiting I was guaranteed of an end point. There had to be a final date, and even if I didn’t know exactly when that would be it was unlikely I would still be waiting around a month after my due date.
But with this… well, this type of waiting could go on for ever and ever and ever…
I could still be waiting for a positive response from an agent in 1, 2 or even 10 years from now. *sigh*
Therefore, so I don’t go mad, I’m continuing to edit The Muse. I’m up to chapter 4 out of 25 so far. It’s possible I’ll start a painting tomorrow (and video it on time-lapse), so the going might be a bit slow. There definitely aren’t enough hours in the day. When The Muse has had its major overhaul I then get to start submitting it. Yay, more waiting!