Life is very busy, in a great way, filled with new things. New job, which I start in a week. New kid, who's an absolute pleasure, and a new rhythm to life, which is a little disconcerting. People tell you your life changes, but it feels like a platitude.
It's not. Life is now totally revolving around taking care of one little human. And while that is as gratifying as they say, it's a real huge total seizmic change. And you just can't prepare for it.
All of it's great though because it distracts from the waiting. Have they received my manuscript? Should I remind them? Will they call today and say maybe? Will they write and say no. Will a rejection just be flat, or will they at least say what they liked?
So at least I've got plenty of distractions. :)