Waiting is shit, isn't it?
Anyone else waiting for pant-shittingly important emails or phone calls that could make or break their writing career? I guess we all are, really.
The thing is I'd love the be the kind of person ho goes 'Well, there's nothing I can do now, I might as well not fret about it' but I'm not. I get all pent up and can't write, so months of unproductiveness goes by.
Bloody waiting. How can I ease the pain? I think suicide is the only way out.