A whole lotta nothin'

I wish I played the banjo. Then I could pluck away with a blade of grass between my teeth as I watched the tumbleweeds roll by.

All's quiet on the home front today. I'm awaiting several responses by snail mail and the mail didn't come today! Well, it did but there was nary a letter in the box. So nada.

Part of the frustration of the publishing process is the waiting game. You wait to have your query answered, you wait to have your pages looked at, you wait for an editor, publisher and then for your book to come out.

Oh, Susannah, don't you cry for me...wait, um, Susannah? Go ahead. Cry for me. Then I don't need to do it myself.