Are we there yet?

When I'm glaring at my empty mailbox or checking my e-mail inbox for the tenth time that day, I often feel stuck in Crete (like Titus in Titus 1:5). Spider webs sprout on my "Accepted for Publication" file. I do a desperate rain dance, hopping on one foot around my computer.

Where is that editor's overdue response" What do you mean a two-year lead time?

Why, oh, why is this business so besotted with waiting, waiting, and more waiting?

I've discovered that the very reason I want to leave Writer's Crete is the reason God left me there. My character needs editing. God, the supreme Editor-in-Chief, is perfecting the manuscript of my life. His eraser chafes, and His pen digs deep. Crafting patience isn't pleasant. It drives me batty. But the final draft is unshakable trust in God's omnipotent timing.

Excerpt from "Stuck in Crete" from Grit for the Oyster: 250 Pearls of Wisdom for Aspiring Writers