Most of my life over the last 10 years has been hurry up and wait.
Hurry to finish my degree, but wait to get a job until we're settled. Hurry to move and settle, but wait to really settle because we're moving again in a year. Hurry to write something well, but wait while the queries decide your fate.
It feels like I'm the bike riding kid in The Incredibles. Mr. Incredible asks him what he's waiting for and the kid says...
"I don't know. Something amazing, I guess."
The kid is a waiter. A writer...is patient.
There is a difference between the two.
A waiter looks around waiting for something to happen. They are the secondary characters in our stories who are forgotten as soon as the page turns or the frame ends. They are the people who spend their lives watching everybody else do something amazing.
Patience has a point. It is selected work on our stories and targeted queries to the right agent or publisher. It is smart choices about our work and our lives. And sometimes it's drinking three cups of coffee and forcing myself to sit still, to test if I can really do it:)
But most of all: It. Is. Work.
So I am tossing out my hurry up and wait life, and I'm trading it for one that is patient.
Which are you?