Like most of my ideas, this one came to be in a quiet moment when I was trying to figure out something else but then my mind wandered and now here we are.
A new thing that I guess will work a little bit like a journal entry and will allow me to do something with the ideas that come to me and I start writing them only to realise that the single thought is all I have and I can’t stretch it out to a full post.
I have no idea how often they will come about, maybe it will be every other week, or maybe it will be once a month (those are the only two frequencies I will work with). The first one is today.
It’s the waiting.
The waiting is the hardest part.
It’s having to resist the urge to constantly refresh your inbox just in case something new has come through, but checking your junk mail because maybe it went in there instead.
It’s having to try and distract yourself with other things. Burying your head in the sandbox of another creative playground and reminding yourself that even in the limbo period you are still a writer.
It’s checking calendars to see just how long it has actually been and realising it’s not even been a week yet. But then it’s two weeks. Three. A month.
But then one of those weeks was betwixmas and so expecting an answer then was never going to quite work and the week before that was the week before Christmas and let’s be real everyone is kind of mentally checking out for the rest of the calendar year so even though that makes up two weeks, they aren’t necessarily weeks where anything would have happened anyway. Then it’s the first week back of a new year and there has to be some grace there. So who really knows how many weeks it has been?
And so still, you are in limbo.
And somehow that is worse than rejection. Rejection is a no. It’s solid. It stings but then the sting can melt away with time because it’s an answer and even though it’s not the one that you want it’s still an answer.
It gives you a chance to bury that hope. Seek a new pasture. Thicken that skin. Take a deep breath and move on.
But the waiting, gosh the waiting.
Feels like the neverending story.
This resonates with me in so many different ways right now! Feeling quite seen by your words
You've totally nailed it. THIS is how it feels to be in submission limbo. You're inside all our brains with this one, Sophie!