I am not, by nature, a particularly patient person. Honestly, I don’t think anybody is. Take a look at any prepubescent child and you’ll see someone who will spend three hours whining about a fifteen minute wait. But some people do a better job of learning patience than others, and I am not one of them.
Which is unfortunate, as I’ve chosen a profession that involves a great deal of waiting.
Oh dear lord, the waiting.
There is a lot for a writer to do in terms of actual writing, promotion, planning, blah, blah, blah. The problem is that after the work there is an unending hell of waiting to find out if everything you did had any result whatsoever.
It’s maddening. As in I think I’m going mad.
Patience. Patience. Got to be patient… does anybody have a deck of cards?