We writers must be darn virtuous. I feel sometimes all I do is wait. My controlling personality is thwarted as my fate lies in the hands of others in the publishing industry. I can only make contact, I can not do anything further but calmly (huh?) wait for a response.
I wait for the mailman to deliver a magical letter of encouragement from an agent who has read my work.
I wait for the e-mail replies that mean my efforts are not wasted.
I wait for readers in my critique group to respond to the latest installment they're reading for me.
I wait for free time from my busy life life that allows me to write my words.
This blog is in response to all that waiting. This is one concrete thing I can do, share the torture, commiserate in the process, and hopefully share my success too. Those times when the pain of waiting is made sweet, by the outcome.
Join me as I ramble on about the process of becoming published.