"Tis the Most Wonderful Time . . .

It's early in the morning here at work. The kids haven't begun to arrive and I have a pile of papers on my desk begging to be graded, but I just can't seem to settle in and get to work. I'm restless. Part of it, I'm sure, is the list of things I need to get done running through my head, but that's  normal and easy enough to ignore. Another portion is that break begins on next week Tuesday and I'm ancy for that to start. I'm most anxious, though to hear back from my editor.

It's been a couple of weeks since I sent back the first edits and told her to hit me hard with the next set because I'd be on break and I'm getting a student teacher for second semester. I'll need something to keep me out of her hair. (I think I might also be nervous about that--it's like handing over my own children.) So, I keep haunting my inbox waiting for the attachment.

I'm scared. Don't know why, but I am. I think it's because part of me is still worried that they're going to realize this is all a mistake and take it all away, signed contracts notwithstanding. Part of me is still a little gun shy from being told to pretty much keep my day job by a pro. Moving on. Moving on. Moving on. Stay positive and stay focused.


  1. Two people in Boston, an agent and a writer, told me there's a saying in the industry: "Don't take the first 300 rejections as a sign of rejection." Two sources make it true, right?

    And I'm sure you won't need that many. =)

  2. I think it's been about 75 rejections for various pieces. Is it any wonder I'm still wandering around in a state of shock at times?


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