I have a confession.
I am about the MOST impatient person on the planet.
Whatever I need/want/think I need/think I want/need to know/think I need to know - or all of the above - I need it right now.
I am SO in the wrong profession.
Writing is a long distance race. You start with a proposal, send it to your agent and wait. You hear back, they send it out to publishers and you wait. This part can last for what seems like FOREVER. Then, you finally hear a big YES from the publishers and the actual writing starts. You work, work, work and you send in the manuscript. And - yup, you guessed it - you wait.
Then there's editing, waiting, another edit, another wait, a final draft, a wait for the release, a big party on release day and then a wait to hear initial numbers.
Waiting. Not my favorite activity. Not at the MVD, not at the post office and not when I'm staring at my empty email box.
God wrote "wait". He wrote it often. As a command to us. "Wait on the Lord", "trust in the Lord", "be still and know that I am God."
Sometimes, I think He meant to put an Erynn after that last one.
"Be still, Erynn."
I heard it often growing up, I still hear it often now - just about different circumstances.
God knows the plans for my life. And His plans are better than mine, whatever the future may or may not hold.
So here I am. Waiting. Praying. And possibly, making myself another iced coffee.