I can’t wait.
There’s no more to that sentence. It’s a statement. I am incapable of waiting. Oh sure, I do it all the time. In fact, I’ve been doing it all my life.
Right now I am waiting for the next thing. But I don’t know what it is, which is even worse than waiting for a thing you expect.
Here are some things I could be waiting for, or not.
Alzheimer’s disease eroding my brain.Waste of time.
- A trip to India to share Brain in a Jar. Worth waiting for!
- Motivation to rewrite my first book. Still waiting.
- A new adventure. Can’t come soon enough.
After writing Brain in a Jar, I waited for a North American publisher. Then, I waited as MY WONDERFUL PUBLISHER made edits and got the book printed. Then, I waited to hold the book in my hands. Then, I waited to go on the road to share it. I waited in airports. I waited in waiting rooms. I waited in hotel rooms. I waited for restrooms. My mother, and husband, waited on me hand and foot.
But I never once considered the fact that I’d have to wait, yet again, after all was said and done. Getting your book published should come with the following warning: Wait until it’s over. You will feel numb. And the only thing that will bring you back to life? Start writing all over again. Or else find yourself a WONDERFUL INDIAN PUBLISHER, and start the editing process all over again.
I can’t wait.