So, my last update was that I sent out my first query letter. This caused much squeeing and poorly coordinated dances in my living room. It felt like the beginning of something that I’ve been dreaming of for quite some time.
After the confetti was vacuumed up and the music stopped, I was left with the sudden realization that I had to do something I’m not very good at. Waiting. It’s pretty much business standard that it takes 6-8 weeks for a response and, if they don’t respond, the ringing silence equates “No, thanks. Sorry (not sorry).”
In the meantime, I find myself at bit of a loss. I suppose I could clean up the apartment. Or put out more job applications. Or do a grocery run so I’m not left staring into an empty mini fridge but for beer and yogurt. I could also continue on my other projects (what an idea!), but my fingers keep stumbling over the keys and nothing gets written.
I’m hoping that I can be productive in this nail-biting interim. I hope that I can pull some motivation out of the back of my long-overdue-to-be-organized closet, dust it off, and get to work. This first step just might be that one move in Chutes and Ladders, dragging you all the way back to the beginning. Because when you don’t have a direction, there’s still always backwards.