What does the author wait for, you ask?
Well, happily, she no longer waits for the power to come back on. Central Maine Power was on the case almost immediately, and we were back on the grid in less than two hours. Since the coffee auto-brew cycle had finished *this much* ahead of the black-out, I believe we can chalk the whole experience up to: More Fortunate Than Not.
But I am waiting for Other Things, among them:
*An answer from someone who sent me her email address, but apparently never checks her email
*A contract with signing check
*Authors’ copies — I called this one yesterday when the UPS truck pulled up in front of the house (as in, I said, “Now, what. . .? Oh! BOOKS!”). It turned out to be the monthly order of cat litter, and after we took it on, Steve said, “What books are we expecting?” and I said, “Mass market Trade Secrets.” and he said, “Already?”
*Books — this being a modest order of used books for moi
*The backbrain to get on the case and fork over with the short story I need to write
*A buyer, krugerrands twinkling on his fingertips, for this house
*The perfect in-town house for us to move into to manifest, but not before the guy above puts the krugerrands into our hands
*A movie deal for Agent of Change (or The Tomorrow Log, or Carousel Tides, or Barnburner; I’m not particularly picky on this point)
. . .I think that’s it.
So! It’s a good thing I have some peppers and onions to chop up for the freezer, and some vacuuming to do, while I wait.
What’re you waiting for?