The Waiting is the Hardest Part

Patience has never been one of my strong suits.

I have a tendency to want what I want, when I want it....NOW. "All things in good time" has never been a mantra of mine. Maybe that's why I became an ER doc.  But I will admit am getting (slightly) more proficient at this waiting thing. Miraculously, I was able to write 500 words a day for the better part of a year, then  go back and revise, edit, and revamp for another six months, and finally submit my work for a time-consuming review...without my head exploding. This is a testament to my "one day at a time" recovery program. However, when my book's production company recently told me to push back the book's release date by a whole month, into October...well, somehow I'm having a problem with this.

Maybe it's because my book's journey is in the homestretch; perhaps I am just strongly Jonesing to get my story "out there." The closer I get to the finish line with this release, the antsier I become. I need to remind myself that listening to others- particularly smart, experienced ones, is healthy; running half-cocked on emotion is not. My production peeps want me to get the best reviews possible from comparable authors once the ARCs (advance review copies) are ready in another two weeks or so. I know getting a few good "praise quotes" from established authors could make a big difference in book sales, and these people need time to receive the manuscript, digest it, and write something nice (or not so nice) about it. This is a good thing. So...I sit on my hands.

These "down times," after my part of the project is essentially finished, are rough for me. I hate waiting. 
Hate is too strong; maybe intensely dislike. But I will...because it's good for the project, and more importantly, it is good for my personal growth in recovery. Patient people...I am desperately learning how to be one of them, but why is it taking so fucking long?!




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