Maybe all the old people are right. Maybe my generation never learned to savor anticipation. Or maybe it’s just that when you look backwards you tend to look past the dull plodding hours of frustration and impatience.
So I did a little bit of promo work. Nothing Earth shattering, but I did invest a bit of time and energy and money into putting Awfully Appetizing out into the world. The thing is, my little foray into promotion is the kind of thing that takes time to bear fruit. Several weeks at the very least, and closer to months if I’m being realistic.
But no sooner had I mailed things off (snail mail, mind you) then I found myself checking online to see if there had been any effect. I think that the same excitement that helped me get the job done to start with has now mutated into an angry, whiny neediness that insists that, having done the work, I should get the reward. Now! NOW!
Just another example of intellect versus emotion. I feel one way despite knowing just how stupid it is. Another example of why I try very hard to avoid trusting my instincts. Hey, your instincts may work for you, mine are three year old children that I lug around in a backpack.