Waiting

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.