The Waiting Game

EEK 9 Days!!

Ok, nine days of torture left. Let me think about that for a moment. Nine days isn't a long time, really. It just FEELS ike it. I have been spending way too much time on the boards at Amazon. Reading what the other contestants have to say, making some friends. There is even a woman who lives nearby, and we plan to meet up at the library one day soon.

I am a writer. That statement has never been so scary to me before. I am branching out, and have TWO writing buddies lined up. I will have two people ready, willing, and able to rip apart my book and then I will have to do the same for them. These are people that I haven't established a relationship with as of yet. Not sure I even like the idea.

I'm lucky here on WDC. I've made friends, and value their insight and opinions, so going elsewhere freaks me out a bit. Especially since I've turned into a homebody. I enjoy sitting at the computer for endless hours, reading, writing and chatting with fellow writers. If I were to go and finally meet one of the people that I've establshed a realtionship with now, I know that appearances wouldn't matter because I know the person lurking inside. Does that make sense? Well, in my warped mind it does. If I don't like an opinion, no one sees my facial expressions and knows instantly what I think. I have time to respond kindly. In person, that will all change.

I could meet a writing buddy and instantly form an opinion the second I lay eyes on them, which I know I will. We all do this. How in the world will I be able to hide these emotions that make my face so readable. If only I could lie and pretend like Rabih does so easily.

Must head off for another exciting day of auto repair.