Growing up, my grandmother came to visit us a couple of times a year. Since she didn’t drive, she often traveled by plane and stayed for a week or more. She lived in a small town in West Virginia where shopping opportunities were limited. When she came to Northern Virginia, the woman was ready to shop.
Mamaw was the first one dressed to hit the mall. I have a vivid picture of her always sitting in a chair, with her purse on her lap, patiently waiting on the rest of us.
Patience isn’t something I inherited from her. I just don’t like to wait.
One definition of wait is to remain inactive. That’s so not me.
After I submitted my second book to Harlequin on October 1, 2016, my patience was truly put to the test. I refused to obsessively check my email for word from my editor, so I sat down to write a third book.
Over the next several months, I wrote. When I got stuck in my story, I regained my focus by working a few puzzles.
Finally, I wrote “The End” for book three. Then I wrote a few short stories. After writing three stories and submitting them to a magazine, I once again returned to my puzzle table.
One year from the date I sent my manuscript to New York, I had a visitor.
I’ve mentioned here before about a similar visit I had a couple of years ago. It was the day before I found out I’d advanced in the Harlequin Blurb to Book Contest. When I spied the hawk on October 1, 2017, I knew my patience had paid off. The next day my editor called to offer a contract for my second book. It will release August of 2018.