One of the things I find hardest about being a writer is all the waiting you have to do. At any given moment I will be waiting for someone to make a decision that will inevitably have a big effect on my working life. Here’s a list of what I’m waiting for currently:
1. book proposal in with a publisher - this is a biggie, because if they don’t like it I’ll have my work cut out with re-working it, and if they do like it, then I’ll have to write the book. Yikes.
2. contracts being drawn up and negotiated with educational publisher for project to create 9 digital short fictions for the classroom. This will happen, but before it does, I have to wait before getting started on the project… with the hoped-for delivery date drawing nearer all the time.
3. book publication - ‘The Mistress of Nothing’ is coming out on 6 July and this means a lot of twiddling of thumbs and holding of breath while waiting to find out if any of our efforts to publicise the book (get it reviewed, get interviewed, getting invited to do readings and festivals etc etc etc) bear fruit. Double Yikes.
4. 1 conference proposal and 1 submission to digital anthology - will my work be selected? Could make a huge difference to everything.
5. all the other stuff I’m too paranoid to write about here - various decisions regarding My Future. Triple Yikes!
Currently, the amount of waiting I’m doing is outweighing the amount of actual work I’m doing - I’ve reached a tipping point of sorts, I guess, where the pressure of waiting is greater than the pressure of writing and, as a result, I can’t do much of anything apart from try to understand the purpose of Twitter, hang around in Facebook, reply to old e-mails, and write blog posts. Luckily, I have to go out for a meeting shortly.
Ordinarily I am not grateful for meetings.
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