Waiting

You'd think being a writer I would be good at waiting. And in fact, I generally am. This one's tough though. Knowing little Deadly is just out of reach, just a matter of time, makes it hard to keep my mind off the clock - or the calendar, as the case may be, since we know growing a book is not an overnight process.
But even I - a patient writer - can get a little anxious. This morning I was so eager for visiting hours I arrived entirely too early. Now I'm stuck waiting. Again. And this is not a comfortable place to wait.

Oh sure. The chairs look all wide and welcoming. But there's NO support and you're not allowed to eat or drink here. I mean, hello? Does no one in this place understand that many writers are caffeine-dependent? Plus. No cell phones. So no constant checking to see if my agent emailed with A Phenomenal Offer.

So I'm holed up in the little coffee shop, waiting for the magic moment when the curtains open on the nursery and I can gaze through the window at little Deadly. Until then, I'm enjoying the writers' breakfast of champions and working a little fiction magic to keep my mind occupied.

As always, thanks for all the good thoughts and kind words. Nice to know so many people are pulling for Deadly.