Right, the waiting game. So here's how my day goes:
7am Check email in case the editor reading my submission couldn't sleep last night. Go work out
815am Check email again in case the editor reading my submission is an early bird.
9am Think about checking email, but decide that would be too pathetic
10am Give in and check email
1130am Think about checking email while making lunch
1pm Give in again and check email.
I could go on, but you get the picture. And I know, I know, the old adage goes, "A watched pot never boils." And yeah, checking my email incessantly won't make the replies come any faster, but it soothes my neurosis. To a point. Well, okay, that I obsess about everything is a direct result of my neurosis. Hey, I'm a writer. We're supposed to be a little nuts. Or a lot nuts. Yeah, I probably fall into the latter category, but I just can't help it. I know some writers who are emotionally divorced from their work and I wish, wish, wish I could be like that. But that's just not me. I invest myself in every manuscript I produce which I think is a good thing...even if it means I'm left waiting by the inbox, longing to hear those three little words: "You've got mail!"