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Posted in Process
September 16, 2018

Hate to Wait

This is a bit of a follow-up from the post I made on September 13th, which I forgot to post on Facebook and my other social media outlets. Oops.

I think I forgot to mention that the manuscript is still out there, waiting to be read by a couple more publishers. Or maybe I did mention it. I can’t remember now, but I have exhausted all agencies and am waiting to hear back from direct publishers’ submissions. The agencies weren’t too responsive, though I got a few very positive reactions from ones where I sent both my full proposal, and a few pages (like 10-25), which really isn’t much. Most agencies only want to read a query letter. Some want a proposal, and very few want to see manuscript pages.

Okay, I think I have mentioned all this before. I’ve kavetched about how writers are rejected on not being good sales people because their pitch wasn’t good enough because no one actually reads their writing.

But, I think the point of this post was to say I’m just waiting out these four weeks or so, when I should be receiving word on those last publishers. I’m waiting for a lot of things actually. For answers, lawyers, numbers, tasks, dates, and events to pass. All of that. I wait.

I hate to wait. I really do. I am the most impatient waiter, ever. Not so much in a waiting room, but when it comes to my work and relying on other people that must aid in some way in order for me to keep me moving forward. It drives me to Tuscon.

Come to think of it, maybe I am pretty patient. I’ve been able to sit on this book — for years — before I’ve decided it was time to put it out. Because, I didn’t want to put out something I didn’t feel good about. That’s patience.

But it doesn’t stop me from wanting everything right now.

So, I’m working on these little watercolors  I was going to show them at my gallery when my book launched. I thought it would be smart and wonderful, but now, it’s rather up in the air. I’m waiting for an email, or a phone call, or something. Sometimes, I’ll make some grandiose ambitious plan that winds up right into the shit can.

I don’t usually post images on this blog, but here’s another one of the little watercolors with words from the book on them that I’ll be showing at Craig Krull Gallery in the spring. I posted the other here.

 

 

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