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I sent my revised manuscript to the agent on Sunday.
1000 lbs off my shoulders.
And Monday morning I faced a new unknown…
What comes next.
I still had blog posts and social media stuff to do.
But this was a week without drafting or revising. A week off from novel writing.
So I started with shaving my legs and taking out the garbage.
Things I neglected during my writing.
I walked the dog.
I called all the doctors I needed to make appointments with.
I scheduled a 4-day trip to NY to see them and my friends.
And I finally deleted all the junk in my old email account.
Then I got to work. Because I can’t not work.
I started drafting a list of editors and agents to query when I finish revising my next book, a YA fantasy.
Prep work. Groundwork for the next novel.
Because it is always good to be prepared.
And though the waiting is hard, I’m going to do what I always do: keep moving forward.
So I have a little secret that I can finally share with the world. I just finished the last Harry Potter book. But Kourtney, it was published in 2007! Yup. And I avoided all spoilers for 3 freaking years.
Because I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to the Potter books. I loved Harry, Hermione and Ron. They felt like old friends and I refused to say goodbye.
It was one of the main reasons I started writing my book. So I’d have characters to come back to as often as I wanted.
Finally with the first installment of the final book coming out as a movie, I decided now was the time to read it. I started in late October and finished last week. It was awesomeness. Totally worth the wait. Like a chocolate cake after 2 years of strict dieting. I was delighted to have another Potter to read. The final one. Sigh.
Was it worth it? Definitely. Would I do it again? Yup. Am I sad to say goodbye to the beloved characters? Of course.
Have you ever held onto the last book in the series, refusing to read it? Because you knew it would be so good and leave you bummed that there weren’t more? What got you over the doldrums?
Pablo Neruda has this great poem that starts off “It was half past eleven in autumn and I was waiting for someone or another. Time tired of being there with me, little by little left and left me all alone.” The past few days I have been waiting for test results. Waiting for spring to begin. Waiting for my busy season to end at work. Waiting to see Alice in Wonderland. Waiting to work out. Waiting for a close friend to visit. Waiting. And it is wearing on me more with each day. I hate waiting. As if the time between is a wasteland that I must endure. Like those moments of my life aren’t worth anything and are only a means to an end.
When you think about all the hours you spend waiting for things to happen, it’s horrifying. Your entire life is a rush to get somewhere so you can wait. At the dentist, at the subway, at work, at a restaurant, even in your own home you wait. Sure, I throw in tons of activities to pass the time. I love reading and writing–they make me forget I am waiting. But fundamentally, I am always waiting on something or someone.
Neruda goes on to say, “Never before or after did I feel so suddenly alone. It was waiting for someone that did it…”
I guess no matter how many people try to be there for you, the waiting is yours and yours alone. Maybe that is the hardest thing. We are born alone, we die alone and along the way we spend a great deal of time alone, immersed in our own internal worlds. Does anyone notice how much time I spend waiting? Probably not. They are too busy in their own world to realize it. Probably waiting too.
This week, with spring starting, I feel this overwhelming urgency to get things done while I’m waiting. Last night I came home and spent hours cleaning the cabinets in the bathroom. Tonight, I went over the kitchen cabinets and drawers. Tossed out a total of 4 bags worth of garbage. Spring cleaning or a way to pass the waiting? Most likely, a way to feel like I am doing what I want when I secretly know I have zero control over the waiting.
But that is how I get through the waiting. By making the time in between count for something. Even if it is only in my mind.
How do you deal with waiting?