Ants In My Pants
That’s what they used to call it, anyway.
When I was a kid, I remember my parents (or maybe it was my grandparents) telling me that I had this.
"Ants in your pants" really just means that you can’t sit still. The obvious idea being that you’re fidgeting around, unable to stop, and likely driving everyone around you nuts.
A couple of week ago, I submitted Lies That Bind to my editor and artist. Prior to that, my editor informed me that she’s slammed until later this month, and my artist is typically entrenched in various projects too. So, I knew that it would be a month or so before I’d be able to proceed to the next phase of preparing for the release of this book. (This post is certainly not insinuating that they're delaying me in any way. In fact, they're both pretty awesome, if I do say so myself).
That leaves me in place of having a book submitted, but not in a place where I can really roll forward with any kind of marketing. I'm also unable to commit to starting another book, as I need to keep my head in this story long enough to edit, and publish. (Although, a few nights ago, I did write exactly one page of a new story).
I have done some footwork ahead of time, in an effort to more appropriately launch 'Lies That Bind', but all of that has to wait until I can get the book completed. So now I find myself itching to make something, anything. I suppose that's what it really comes down to. The unquenchably desire to create.
Instead... for now, I wait. ...with ants in my pants.