Patience. Dear, sweet patience..
I dated my boyfriend for a good, long while before we got married.
We were married for a good, long while before we decided it was time to have children.
I waited a good, long while before my oldest was ready to potty train.
I researched my first novel for a good, long while before I dared to write.
I worked on my first novel for a good, long while before it was worthy of submissions.
Now I’m sitting tight a good, long while to find that agent or publisher.
The editor said, “You’ll hear back from us within six months.”
Keeping watch over that ever loving inbox.
Umpteen squared rejections later.
I still have patience.