Worth the Wait
It talked about how a writer spends their days ... waiting. They wait for inspiration, they wait for responses from agencies and publishers, they wait for feedback ... from anyone.
All painfully true.
But it's not just writers. It's people in general. We wait for the bus. We wait for the paycheque (or should), then wait in line to spend it. We wait for the kids to finish swimming lessons. Wait wait wait. Glancing at my watch or calendar, tapping my toes, hurrying so I can wait some more.
But waiting, and thinking about waiting is a waste of time. You can't control time. But ... you can take control of your time.
I figure waiting happens when you let it happen. Over the past year I started taking my writing more seriously. And I decided that waiting wasn't going to happen anymore. Or, if I did have to wait, at least I'd do my best to forget about that 'wasted' time. I filled those hours/days/months with improving my craft. I sliced and diced and polished that poor manuscript until it was shiny and new ... to the point where when I click on some sections, I actually don't remember having written them.
Then I sent it out again. I didn't wait for responses, though. They were usually negative, and usually depressing. So many people moan on and on about how it's impossible to get an agent or publisher. And I was tempted to join in the lament. But what's the point of doing that? I knew the book was ready. If an agent thought so too, then great. If not, well, I'd done my best. I wasn't going to wait around, moping. I started writing a new book and got entirely swallowed up by it. I started editing for people, which also helped my own writing. Every moment I could have spent waiting, worrying and moaning was instead spent ... doing.
One day, a miracle happened. An agent actually called, wanting to represent me. We worked together and did more scrubbing and polishing, then he took it out to some editors. I could have waited and worried. But I didn't. Sure, it was in my mind all the time (and I mean all the time), but what was the point in fussing? Instead I wrote, I edited, I filled my time.
And it happened. The first desk on which “Under The Same Sky” landed was that of an Executive Editor of Berkley Publishing in NY, a division of Penguin Books. And she loved it. She wanted it immediately. There were negotiations back and forth, and I admit I did buzz around my phone and email an awful lot over those couple of weeks. But I also wrote, edited, and filled my time.
And when that moment came – that moment when I received the call saying I was now a Berkley author – I realized it was a moment for which I had waited my entire life. And I hadn't even known I'd been waiting for it.
Who ever would have thought I'd be a published author? Not me. I toyed with it in my mind, dreamed impossible dreams. Wouldn't that be fun? Imagine if my book were actually considered good enough for that. How did those authors ever get onto those shelves?
Now, guess what? We all have to wait. “Under The Same Sky” will be out in bookstores between Jan-April 2012, and six months later it will be joined by its companion novel, “Sound Of The Heart”.
And ... now I have to admit something. I can't wait!
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Under the Same Sky novel excerpt from authomony.com
Copyright 2010 by Thomas L. Kepler, all rights reserved."Worth the Wait" published with permission of the author.