I am twiddling my thumbs, waiting for work to come in. I have things lined up, but they’re not for right now.
I’m ready for right now.
I have bids out on eight or nine projects, with nary a nibble (mostly because they’re not ready to pick people yet, looks like).
Thus, I have completed eight chapters on Ray’s book in two days, sent off one story, and started revising another. I am doing more research into my eventual markets. I am not sitting still.
Why do I feel like I’m just sharpening my pencils?
My boss. She doesn’t like me to sit around.