When the wait begins

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

We do our work, as writers.  We labor past ourselves.  We beseech:  Get it right, keep it interesting, write it better, change her name but not her purpose. 

At one point, it is not our decision anymore.

That is the then of waiting.

The walking of the garden.

Hydrangea in bloom.


Sherry said...

I just know it isn't going to be a long one.

Lilian Nattel said...

I'm enjoying waiting because I'm pretty sure nobody is getting back to me for a while. This way it's not on my mind and I can relax. That is a new experience!

Beth F said...

The waiting time . . . enjoy the garden, stay active, don't dwell on it.

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