When I’m waiting for something I vacillate between excitement, despair and frantic energy trying to fill the moments I’m counting down until the event. This was true when I was pregnant with both of my sons and turned into a crazy lady (according to my husband), when I anticipate a party, meeting or arrival of guests. And this is what it’s been like since I submitted my book proposal to InterVarsity Press this past Labor day. Not quite the end of August goal I had, but still pretty darn close.
Since I submitted the proposal on Labor day it’s been super difficult not to count down the days since I submitted it- noticing the date every day makes me think “it’s been 19 days since I submitted.” The timeframe that prospective authors are given is 1-2 months. This is almost as bad as when you are given the due date for your baby by a nurse consulting a flimsy cardboard wheel to scientifically figure out the time frame of the birth. Does this strike any other women as weird? So much science around birth and the best diagnostic tool they have for a due date is a cardboard wheel with dates on it? It’s hard not to pin your heart on a specific date when you are eagerly awaiting news. So this is how I’ve filled my time since Labor day.
A massive cleaning spree of my downstairs, mopping and scrubbing the crusted on milk that has dried since Ozzy spilled it on the floor.
Submitting an article to MOPS magazine MomSense. Shoot, if I’m going to wait on ONE piece of literature that I’m hoping to get published, what’s another?
Taking walks with Reuben and Ozzy to find Buckeyes in our neighborhood that have fallen from the trees. We put them in a vase to admire their shiny, chestnut brown roundness.
Driving to Ann Arbor, MI to work with students and staff to help them share their faith on campus. And eating really yummy stir-fried eggplant at my favorite Chinese restaurant in Ann Arbor, TK WU (and missing my friends the Liou’s who initially told me about this gem of a place.)
Seeing a red fox in the ravine in our backyard. Twice. I have been mentally referring to him as “The Fantastic Mr. Fox” like the one from Wes Anderson’s lovely movie based on Roald Dahl’s book by the same name. Perhaps has has been getting up to mischief as well, but it still feels cool that I live 2 miles from Target and regularly see deer, woodchucks, and now a fox in my backyard.
Baking chocolate chip cookies, bread, and tuna-noodle casserole.
Contemplated joining Weight Watchers after going to a heath screening fair my friends helped to put on through their church for low-income families and learning that I am slightly over my normal BMI range. I watched Jessica Simpson’s video testimonial on Weight Watchers website about joining weight watchers and thought perhaps I too could kick the pop-tart habit. Actually I think pop-tarts are gross, especially the maple sugar ones. But I really like cookies. (see above) Just a few weeks ago I said to my mom, “if I didn’t look so hot right now I’d be more motivated to work out.” Well, avoiding adult diabetes which runs in my family is a better motivation anyways.
Feeling despair that it could be two weeks, it could be six weeks until I hear back from IVP. Sitting on my back porch with my journal to tell Jesus about it and seek peace from Psalm 127. Getting an email the same day from an editor asking for more information about a national speakers cohort I’m part of. Asking for more information is good! I eat a cookie in celebration.
Learning to do the Gangnam style dance with my husband and sons after dinner one night.
How do you spend time while you’re waiting for something- an event, good news, bad news? Whether the proposal is rejected or accepted, you can be sure I’ll let you bloggy friends know about it.