Maybe it is because LitD practically wrote itself in two months and that the following two months were so full of glorious revisions that I hardly had time to notice time was passing. Maybe it is because springtime has finally come to Massachusetts and all my patience was spent on winter. But now--now that my manuscript is due to the writers' conference, and now that my revisions will be few and far between (that is, until I next receive feedback)--now, I feel impatient.
I want to keep moving forward. I want to make LitD as perfect as it can be; except, I want to do it faster. Oh yes, patience is a virtue. But patience is now at war with my father's motto--the one that is so ingrained in me that it might as well be my motto: Do your work. Get it done. Afterwards, have some fun. How can patience compete with that, especially when writing is my fun?
My question for you:
How do you cope with impatience?