Waiting is pretty easy when there are a million things to do...

A small note on my (hopefully) epic journey into the scary world of publishing:

I'm currently paused in my quest. I'm hoping to get a response on the query that I sent in for critiquing, and in the meantime I'm dealing with the eight hundred other things that are vying for my attention in my personal and work life. My soon to be six year old's birthday is the last day of the month. Her dad will be visiting, and my birthday is the next day. I want to have nothing to do that day, so I'm frantically trying to do EVERYTHING before then. It never works, but it's a nice dream. I can see myself relaxing in a clean house, alone, with absolutely nothing that must be done.

Then back to unpleasant reality. In the real world, I've got tonnes of stuff that I MUST do, and another tonne of things that I SHOULD do. It would take a birthday miracle to dig my way out of it all. Sadly, I do not believe that miracles are very common. It's a bird! No! It's a plane! No! It's Captain Pessimist to the rescue, deflating any chance of dashed hopes!

Well, while I'm talking about worst case scenarios, just in case I never manage to publish anything, I would like to take this chance to thank two people who helped me finish writing my first book. First of all, Ashley read along in chunks as I wrote, and she was a great source of motivation. Secondly, my brother, who causes me general stress and for telling me that my story is "boring". (He had only read the first dozen pages, and later he explained that he may have felt like that due to his resentment at me bullying him into reading it in the first place.) Really though, there's nothing like a nice bit of negative criticism to make me more stubborn!