The hardest part of anything for me is waiting. I'm just not cut out to do that. I like the doing part. Always have still do. Well, I have been waiting for several things.
Right now the main thing we are waiting for is the appraisal addendum to The Basement House. Oh, the appraiser got there initially right on time. BUT she had some things she wants done before we can have the house. Now keep in mind that we are buying the house to fix up, so we already knew about these things.Not only that but we were planning to fix them ourselves after we did some upgrades. For instance there is a wall in the attic bedroom that is missing the drywall because there are new wires that had to be run. There are two vents behind that wall that need replaced, and we were going to add insulation to the area. When we move in we will have to undo the drywall they have put in and do those things.
We can't just do the work, and are at the mercy of whomever the bank finds as the lowest bidder (i.e. cheap). We weren't planning on occupying the space until the work was done anyway,but now we have to wait for them to do it, wait for the appraiser to reinspect it, and wait until it is all reviewed by the underwriters. .Waiting.
The other thing I am waiting for is more difficult. I have a couple of writing works out looking for an agent. I don't know how long it will take for them to be read by the agents I have sent them to. Agents and editors have one thing in common. They are both stressed for time and, in order to save time, they reply only to those writers that they might want to work with. the rest of us are at their mercy. Waiting. One work I sold had it for three months before they let me know they were interested.(Their web site said they would let me know in 4-6 weeks.) And so I send my babies out into the great cyber world,not knowing if I will ever hear what others thought about them. It's like playing in a football game and hearing the cheering weeks later, not at the time of the game. And so I wait. and wait, and wait for someone to discover my babies sitting there on the shelf waiting for a real life.
In the meantime, I'm writing the next Great American Novel with Ashley Martin, Architect, building a story one word at a time.And she's telling me to get busy on her story because Ashley doesn't like to wait either.
See you next time..
Right now the main thing we are waiting for is the appraisal addendum to The Basement House. Oh, the appraiser got there initially right on time. BUT she had some things she wants done before we can have the house. Now keep in mind that we are buying the house to fix up, so we already knew about these things.Not only that but we were planning to fix them ourselves after we did some upgrades. For instance there is a wall in the attic bedroom that is missing the drywall because there are new wires that had to be run. There are two vents behind that wall that need replaced, and we were going to add insulation to the area. When we move in we will have to undo the drywall they have put in and do those things.
We can't just do the work, and are at the mercy of whomever the bank finds as the lowest bidder (i.e. cheap). We weren't planning on occupying the space until the work was done anyway,but now we have to wait for them to do it, wait for the appraiser to reinspect it, and wait until it is all reviewed by the underwriters. .Waiting.
The other thing I am waiting for is more difficult. I have a couple of writing works out looking for an agent. I don't know how long it will take for them to be read by the agents I have sent them to. Agents and editors have one thing in common. They are both stressed for time and, in order to save time, they reply only to those writers that they might want to work with. the rest of us are at their mercy. Waiting. One work I sold had it for three months before they let me know they were interested.(Their web site said they would let me know in 4-6 weeks.) And so I send my babies out into the great cyber world,not knowing if I will ever hear what others thought about them. It's like playing in a football game and hearing the cheering weeks later, not at the time of the game. And so I wait. and wait, and wait for someone to discover my babies sitting there on the shelf waiting for a real life.
In the meantime, I'm writing the next Great American Novel with Ashley Martin, Architect, building a story one word at a time.And she's telling me to get busy on her story because Ashley doesn't like to wait either.
See you next time..
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