July has been packed full of work and travel. I really enjoyed my time in DC. We did some sightseeing; I had meetings with a couple of lovely editors. The panels were excellent -- Anne Stuart was lovely, as always. The workshops I participated in went well, apart from the fire alarm in the middle. That was awesome.
Since coming home, I've been working like crazy, and I've finished revisions on two projects: Nightfall (apocalyptic paranormal romance) and Bronze Gods (the steampunk I told you about). Those are now in the hands of my agent and/or editor, so I'll be on tenterhooks until the verdict comes back.
No matter how many books I sell, I never lose the quiet worry that dovetails with the excitement. Will anyone else like this? Will it go the distance? With nine books under contract, I haven't been on the waiting wheel for a good while. (I call it that because in my mind I'm a hamster spinning until somebody gets back to me. Oh, I might be moving but I'm not really going anywhere until I have the answer.) And it's hard not to obsess about it, even as you tell yourself intellectually, they're busy people. I shouldn't think about it. It will be months before I know anything. But how do you NOT think about it?
Give me some techniques and strategies for getting weighty issues off your mind, will you?