E. L. Reedy —
We wait for W-2s, for refunds, and even our next breath. As we wait for the edits, luckily we have a distraction, our next novel, which we edit daily.
What I am really waiting for, however, is an end of this winter-one-day, summer-the-next day messed up season. Listened to it thunder as it rained (it’s February–we should be getting snow).
While doing all this waiting this morning though, under the watchful eye of my youngest cat, I did manage to weave in about a thousand words in our next story.