The Waiting Game by Marian Lanouette

Life sometimes seems like a waiting game. Don’t you think? Here’s a list of things or events I can remember waiting for that seem to take forever to happen in my life.

Christmas, ah, Christmas. As a kid the waiting started on Thanksgiving Day. Each day, my excitement built until it peaked like a musically to a crescendo. I don’t know how my parents with ten children lived through that month each year.

Waiting for school to end so summer vacation could begin. Summer, the lazy hot days of summer where I could just grab a book of my choosing and sit under a tree and read the day away.

Guessing games young children played trying to rush their youth away. Will I marry? Have kids? Or more important at that age, will I be asked to the prom?  Waiting for the phone to ring to be invited to parties, graduations, proms, you get the picture.

One event took twenty-one years to happen. You see, I always wanted to be twenty-one, which in my eyes signaled adulthood. Twenty-one took forever the get here then the next thirty years flew by.  I don’t know where they went.

I thought as an adult the waiting games would be over.  I now realized it is continuous. I am now waiting on my very first book cover with bated breath. The promised date has come and gone while I sit on my hands trying not to make a pest of myself. My goodness, will the day ever come?

The anticipation is killing me. Does the artist see my characters the way I do? Is it hot? Will it draw a reader inside its cover with the promise of more?

Each day I don’t receive the preliminary artist rendering of the cover, the more I feel like the kid who got coal in their stocking. As an accountant dates and deadlines are important to me. My sister, the artist, laughed at me on the twenty-fifth, telling me you can’t rush genius or your muse. I guess she’s right—but we all know that wise proverb, “Patience is a virtue no man possesses and few women”

Share here today, the longest wait of your life?

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