Since accepting Pulse's offer in May, I've done a pretty good job (all things considered) about not dwelling upon things which are out of my control. Like these sorts of things:
Is your book deal going to be listed on Publishers Marketplace?
At my publisher's request, my agent is waiting to post it until after a new title has been settled upon.
Oh, right. How's that new title change coming along anyway?
I compiled a list of ideas which my agent sent over about five weeks ago. My editor wants to get more folks at Pulse to weigh in before making a decision.
Have you received your revision notes yet?
I have not. At the end of May, I was told that the notes would arrive at the end of July.
La lalalalalalala la .
Hey, is anything going on with your book at all?
Probably. Maybe. I hope so? Really, I have no idea. If things are going on, no one is telling me about it.
A problem has emerged, damaging my not-dwellingness: signs indicate that today is July 28th. Which, I have somehow gotten into my head as officially qualifying as "the end of July."
Naturally, I have been refreshing my email and holding my breath whenever a new one appears.
I've GOT to make this nonsense STOP.