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Nightmares
April 18, 2002
7:22 a.m.

 
 
     Waiting stinks. That's all there is to it.

     I recently told a friend of mine that in my book any writer (especially a "new" writer, as we all are sometime or another) who makes it through this business with any shred of sanity left is way far ahead of the game. Waiting causes psychosis. Having patience is great, but writers are--by definition--creative people, and if you give a creative person a few quiet days they will create something. Anything. Things like nightmares of first readers opening their work and spewing coffee through their noses as they laugh and pass the manuscript around, or demons that live at the bottom of mailboxes like the keeper of the gate in Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

     You drop the envelope in. The keeper appears.

     "Who ... is your favorite author?"

     "Greg Bear. No! Scott Card! Ahhhhhhh!!!!!"

     The envelope goes flying into the great manuscript ether that, lo and behold, is filled to the brim with your manuscripts, and your manuscripts only.

     Rejection no longer really hurts--or at least I should say that the pain of rejection is quite bearable because at least you know something. But waiting ... waiting sucks rocks.

     But, of course, there is only one thing we can really do about it.

     So this morning I did that one thing. I focused on the next work, and I had fun doing it.


        


     Have a great day.




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