We’re more than halfway through January already. That feels sort of insane, as if 2015 is flying by before I can even settle into it.

Then I realize I’m only on my third week of the semester, and I feel like it’s going to be a reeeeally long year. It’s all relative, I guess. Timey-wimey, even.  Ugh, my kingdom for a TARDIS.

I know, Doctor. I know.

I’m sure it doesn’t help that I’m also waiting to hear back from agents. That’s one thing they never tell you when you’re writing a novel. Everyone’s worried about how to get the novel finished, or how to write a query letter, but no one tells you exactly how much waiting is involved.

Or maybe they do (let’s be honest they probably do) and I just never really got it. Maybe it’s one of those things you can’t truly understand until you experience it, like sex or childbirth or the crushing defeat of student loan debt (or maybe that’s my impending graduation speaking).

Well, it doesn’t matter. At the end of the day I’m still sitting here.

Waiting.

Still waiting.

Always waiting.