I am not good at waiting. Is anyone? I'm sure some people are. Weirdos. Right now I'm waiting on a few things, so I am feeling very stalled out. One of the biggest things I'm waiting on is the first round of edits on the Get Well Soon sequel from my editor. I sent the manuscript to her in December, so this has been a long wait. Much longer than the usual (not because of the book but because of how busy and back-logged my editor was with books on earlier lists). I had planned on starting my fifth novel, and actually got five chapters in, when I decided I didn't want to continue. It would suck to get the fourth manuscript back and have to work on it whilst in the middle of the fifth. I am not a stopper when I write, so I think that would really halt my momentum. Instead of continuing on the number five, I am waiting until I can get through my first round of revisions of number four. I just didn't know I'd be waiting so long. Essentially, I'm not writing anything these days, besides this blog and emails. I have a few tiny tidbits, but nothing motivating me enough to pick up the pen during Romy's naptime. Which scares me a little. When I get the sequel back, will I be so rusty that it will take me a while to get back in the writer's groove? Or will it be a welcome respite from the On Demand crap I keep watching? And, after that, will it inspire me to barf out book number five? (That sounded gross, but I think of myself as a barfing writer: I write fast, straight, and clean. Not that barf is clean. Cleansing?) Time will tell, I guess. But how much time? It took me forever to start writing today's blog, and now that I started it, Romy is up from her nap. A great excuse, once again, to stop writing. I hope I don't continue to look for excuses.