You've Got Mail-or not
Every morning, I turn on my computer, check facebook, try to think of something witty to say, go to my blogs, see if I have comments, see if my friends have posted anything new,
Then, when I can avoid it no longer, my little hand-curser hovers over my gmail icon.
I check my email with nervous trepidation these days. I'm waiting, quite impatiently, for a response from a publisher.
It's a nail-biting situation, for sure. Like I said before, I've been rejected. I can handle it. That doesn't mean I enjoy it. Or look forward to it. I don't.
After going on today and finding just one email, (from Hunter's teacher. SEP conferences-yay.) I still have butterflies. They are reticent to leave the warmth of my stomach, I guess. I figure if I'm going to get a response, it'll be first thing in the morning. Why?
I don't know.
Maybe it could come later.
Now, I'll be nervous all day.