I should never have said I was having trouble waiting, or that I didn’t have enough to do.  Big mistake.  Since the last post, I went through a whole week of helping with the kids Christmas play.  I had a role that basically took up the whole week.  No, not a role on stage, but behind the scenes, running the sound board.  I got to push a whole bunch of buttons, in rapid sequence, trying to keep up with the kids talking and singing and generally being the stars of the play.

When I stumbled back to my other job this week, I discovered all kinds of things that needed doing, and now am considerably busy there.  And to think, I only need to hang on another week before I can start reading the book.  I wonder what else could happen during that time…

Not much else is going on, writing-wise.  I keep batting around a story idea that I had a year ago, but when I went to look for the notes–I had written an entire character profile for one woman, and had even started the story–they were gone.  No idea where they vanished.  I checked my hdd, and all my hand-written notes, but can’t seem to locate it.  I did have a major hdd crash, a little more than a year ago, but I thought for sure I had typed all that afterwards.  Yes, I’m sure I did…

If I get the motivation, I guess I’ll start over on that idea, and see how it develops.  I also should do a quick Bible study on it as well.  As long as nothing else happens.

Who would have thought it? After finishing the rough draft, and being all excited to continue with the edits, who knew that the hardest part would be the waiting?

Perhaps some explanation is in order. Several good books on writing (the ones I’m thinking of now are Stephen King’s, and Elizabeth George’s) recommend waiting at least six weeks after finishing a rough draft before you approach the manuscript again. This should allow the writer a chance to see the work with fresh eyes, and in my case, I can also read it as if I’ve never seen it before.

But, the waiting is murder. I thoroughly enjoyed the writing process so far, only to be brought up short by this enforced hiatus. I’ve taken to reading (mostly because the research books for the next novel haven’t arrived yet) and playing video games. And it’s only the second week.

Oh well. It will be time to read and finish the manuscript soon enough, and then I’ll get to the next more horrendous part…finding an agent.