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Renee has two stories out on submission right now. The waiting is very hard.
She's working with the Muse on another project, so she's not just sitting around waiting for her email to ding. Because that's what you're supposed to do, right? Keep moving forward, get the next project going, always be writing, all that stuff. There are moments when the anxiousness of having her words are out there seeking professional approval jumps up and flicks her in the ear or kicks her in the gut or something. But for the most part, she's being creative and focusing her energy elsewhere.
It's all very healthy and productive. Yay.
I, on the other hand, am getting kinda bored. Most of the short fiction publications we're looking at don't accept simultaneous submissions or multiple submissions. So one place has one story and one place has another story and now there's nothing for me to do but sit here and twiddle my thumbs.
I've never really understood the point of twiddling thumbs. I mean, what are you supposed to do? Just watch them loop around one another? Not only is it a pointless waste of time, it's not even engaging enough to be distracting. All I'm doing is staring and my thumbs and thinking about how I'm not staring at Renee's email.
At least grass grows and paint dries. They're doing something, albeit very slowly. Thumbs just...twiddle.
And I don't even have thumbs, really, so one could argue that mine aren't even doing that.