Delayed Joy

Once upon a time I dreamed of being a writer. I thought it would be wonderful to wake up every day and pour my heart on a page. One day, when the collection grew to a worthwhile size, I would gather them up, ship them off and Voilà there would be a book!

I didn’t think about the random days that would be wordless. Or the pressure from the outside to do “real things” (like writing a book doesn’t take effort??). And I didn’t realize the wait I would endure while the professionals checked my sites, corrected my spelling and generally fixed my words.

There was a great sense of accomplishment as I hit send the first time I submitted to the publishing team. Now after months of wait, full of edits and additions the excitement has faded.

Faded but not gone away, it seems to be hanging just beyond my reach. My final approval on the edits is due any day. And then it will be off again to format and do all of the other things publishers do. Until then I’ll be here waiting to share my reflections of joy with you. Maybe I’ll go do some real things 😉