In Which We Discuss Frustration...

So here I sit, like so many other hopeful writers, waiting for a a response. I would be lying to you if I said it wasn't consuming me in an all encompassing manner. I would also be lying to you if i neglected to mention that I set up Gmail on my phone so that I can get updates when I get an email. No really. I'm there.

And I kind of feel like this guy...

It's stifled my creative flow. It's caused stress to manifest in other parts of my life. So I've one again turned to the internet for help (bad idea i know). But in doing so came across an interesting fellow bloggers cure for the "Ah shit, I suck" syndrome that plagues us prospective novelists/short storyists etc. Christi Corbett has created something called a "You Don't Suck" File. Ok seems simple enough. Collect a bunch of the comments and critiques I've gotten over the years from professionals and toss them into a folder so I can look at them when I'm growling about not being good enough.

Unfortunately all this did for me was make me more anxious for my eventual rejection. It will happen. And now I'm ready for it. So there's that. But gosh darn it, I want a response!

So I kept searching. Unfortunately there wasn't much on how to cope with the mental agony of the waiting. Physical exercise was the number one stress reliever for most and I kinda had to laugh. I've been itching to get out and start running again and go hiking at the Chasm. Problem with this course of action? I'm the current owner of a very pretty sprained ankle. And no there aren't any fun stories from it, sadly.

Here I am. Waiting. Waiting on a lot of things actually. Waiting to know what the hell is going through some peoples minds. Whether I'm worthy enough to be put into a publication. Waiting to see what exactly is going to happen next. And ultimately what my eventual reply will be is still TBD, but somewhere I'm OK with that. Just not now.

Happy Frustrations all!

Namaste,
Jessi