Wednesday, March 11, 2009


I figured out a long time ago that I am not good at waiting. I hate waiting. I was not one of those moms who dreamed about the day when her beautiful baby would be born. I wanted the nine months to be over- now. Waiting is hard.

And then I get into the biggest waiting occupation on the face of the earth- writing. Sure, you don't have to wait to write. That can be done almost anytime, depending on the day, your kids, how much laundry you have to do, the latest natural disaster your home has undergone at the hands of your four year old twins, and whether or not you still have to cook and clean up after breakfast, lunch or dinner. And snacks. And change diapers. And answer the phone. I'm starting to wonder how I ever wrote a book.

But once the masterpiece is finished, the waiting begins. Waiting to get a contract. Waiting to see the edited version. Waiting for the book to finally, finally, finally become a reality that you can see your very own name across the cover. That waiting. And then, it starts all over again. Writing and waiting.

But there is one thing I've learned about waiting. If you waste all your time waiting and never living, you've lost the best part. So, I'm trying to live in the moment, plan for the future, write like there's no tomorrow and not wait for it.

Yeah, I know- key word- trying. There's so much that I'm holding out for right now. So much that I hope will happen, but it all starts with the one little word- wait. I think my pet peeve phrase is 'In due time...' And you can guess what phrase comes up a lot for me. Yeap. Constant reminders to wait, cuz I still haven't learned how to yet.

1 comment:

Annette Lyon said...

Man, so true.

Thanks for your comment today--it resonated. That's exactly what rejection is like. (It's almost as bad as the waiting. :D)