The Waiting

I’m not real big on the waiting game.

Patience in general isn’t my strongest suite, but waiting…

I remember when I was a kid, the cliché I was most bombarded with is “a watched kettle never boils.” Especially when I was hovering over the stove, waiting for water to boil. If I know something is coming my way, I want it here. Now.

(Hurry up! Hurry up!)

But even though society has become so much more fast paced than even five years ago. There are still some things that just can’t be rushed. While we may be able to get news with just a few taps of our computer keyboard or television remote, order in dinner from any number of restaurants, or even cook a gourmet meal in minutes in the microwave (Okay, that last one is a cheap substitute for the real thing.) There are some things — beautiful things — that can’t be rushed.

For example, I don’t even think science can make a full term pregnancy any shorter than it is. It still takes nine months from conception until you can hold that miracle of life in your arms.

In the same way, every artist knows that creativity can’t be rushed. A painting, a song, or a book, goes through various stages of the evolution process and is only done when the creator feels it in his gut. Once that piece of art is ready for consumption, we still must wait.

Yes, if you haven’t guessed it yet, I am in a state of waiting right now.

Having contracted my first paranormal romance, Fairyproof,  for publication, I am not-so-patiently waiting for the first round of edits back from my editor. Though I have the day job and the writing of the sequel to fill those painful hours, I still find myself checking my email about 50 times an hour. (exaggeration alert!)

But I suspect, much like waiting through a pregnancy, the end result will be well worth the wait.