Angst
I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve got a book 99% finished. The end is so close I could write it in a few hours. Why then, am I not doing just that? I keep finding other things to occupy myself. A shiny new romance book taunts me from my desktop. Just one more tweak on the website. One 140 character tweet on twitter. Maybe I’ll just check facebook to see what’s going on. Nothing? That’s okay, I have forums to haunt, people to send senseless text messages, and maybe a movie or two to watch.
I’m pretty sure the trouble lies in the stress that comes with a finished book. If I have one in progress, then I’m “writing”. Once it’s finished, I have to figure out where I want to submit it. Once I’ve decided that I have to actually do the work to send it in (if the pub requires a synopsis, that’s a whole ‘nother issue!) Then comes the worst part.
WAITING. The fact that after submitting to a publisher, I have to wait two to six months to hear a yes or no…nerve wracking to say the least. Maybe subconsciously I’m putting off the stress of waiting, when really I should finish the darn thing so I can get the waiting over with. Now I’m searching the Internet for a slap in the face. Let’s hope I don’t get distracted.