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Frances Fowlkes

Slipping under the Crazy-radar…barely

have I gone mad?
I’m afraid so, but let me tell you something, the best people usually are.”
Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

Cheshire_Cat_KHRECI’ll be the first to admit that I’m not the best person to ask for advice when it comes to balance, sanity, and managing the emotional highs and lows of a writing career. I exist in a constant state of madness and chaos, barely managing the roles of wife, mother, daughter, friend, and writer that life has thrown me.  And though I’ve never been professionally diagnosed, I swear I’m ADD or ADHD, or whatever the terminology is to describe a person who cannot focus on a task for longer than two minutes.

In short, I’m a hot mess.

So how does someone with little to no control over the madness, manage her sanity?

I have no ever-loving clue.

What I can tell you, however, is how I manage to slip under most people’s crazy-radar.


I volunteer at the school. I go for walks with neighbors. I accept invitations to friend’s barbeques and school award dinners.  Yes, this takes up precious writing time. But being reminded that real people exist, is important for me. I can’t live in a fictional world all the time, and neither should you. Live life. Have fun. Then return to the page feeling refreshed and invigorated, knowing your reality check has been made and you’ve done your service to society by actually leaving your house. Wearing clothing upon your departure from said house, however, is optional. (Though highly encouraged.)


I am not a prolific writer. Nor am I verbose.  My books rarely break 50K words, people. The idea of writing 1K words a day to meet that goal is sometimes an agonizing, acute and sheer form of torture for me. While some days those 1K words spill out in two hours, other days it takes until 9pm to eek in the last word. In order to prevent myself from going entirely mad, and to motivate me to hit my word count, I reward myself. It doesn’t have to be anything big. A square of chocolate will do. So too will a walk. A phone call break, wherein I talk to my very real (and not fictional) mother. A lunch date with friends. A volunteer opportunity. A yoga lesson. A pedicure. A You-Tube break. I have to DO SOMETHING to make sitting at the computer a pleasure and not a chore. I encourage you to do the same. Trust me, your inner crazy will thank you.

I keep trying to think of other ways to slay the crazy dragon, but they all come back to the two ideas above–in short, occasionally step away from the writing. I love being a writer (I swear I do), but engaging in other activities reminds me how much I like writing. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. After a break, I’m ready to return to my passion…and the madness. It’s what I do.

It’s what I love.



Your Conference Survival Kit

With the beginning of writing conference season just around the corner (RT anyone?), and packing for trips on my brain, (I leave tomorrow for 4 full days of chaperoning nine, count them, nine, eighth grade boys for a school band trip to Universal Studios Orlando), I thought it’d be fun to share my must-haves for surviving the artic-blasted conference rooms and crowded hotel elevators of your next writing conference.

Clorox Wipes


I’m not a serious germaphobe but I’ve read enough articles spouting the grotesque reality of what is and what is not typically cleaned in your average hotel room. Door handles, light switches, phones, and the lovely TV remote are often overlooked by the cleaning staff. Do you and your family a favor (who wants to bring home an unwanted and potential illness?) by swiping them down with a Clorox wipe. It’s as easy as 1-2-3.

Hand Antiseptic


Conferences are usually packed with people, and often people you want to get to know. Shaking hands is encouraged, so too, is the touching of elevator buttons and door handles to enter rooms to meet these people. That’s a whole lot of hands, buttons, and handles. Multiply that by the number of people in attendance, and you have yourself a smorgasbord of bacteria waiting to make you ill. This is easily remedied with a quick dollop of hand antiseptic. The tiny potent bottles from Bath and Body Works are my favorite.

LUNA/Nutrition/Energy Bars


Running down halls, slipping into events, and staying up past bedtime to chat with a new friend/editor can wear on a girl. Especially one who is used to a quiet house and hitting the sheets by ten. To keep energy and sugar levels up, I stick a LUNA bar ( in chocolate cupcake, need I say more?) into my purse before heading out in the morning. Gluten-free and good for me, I could do so much worse.

Band-Aid Blister Pads


If I were allowed only one item on this list, the blister pads would be it. I’ve resolved to only bring ‘comfy-cute’ shoes to conferences, but I inevitably slip in a pair of heels that have my tootsies screaming in pain by night’s end. The blister pads are life-savers. I slap one (sometimes two or three) onto my feet and elicit sighs of pleasure. They are also great for Disney/Universal trips. (Can you guess what I’m shoving into my luggage right now?)

Chapstick/Lip Balm


A healing, moisturizing lip treatment is a must in the dry frigid air belching from the hotel vents. Having bits of skin flaking from my lips isn’t something I want to sport while talking with a potential agent. In order to keep my mouth happy AND looking pretty, I use a tinted lip balm free of petroleum (which happens to make my lips burn) from Burt’s Bees. The Red Dahlia shade adds just enough pop to make my pout stand out.

Feminine Hygiene Products


It never fails. I’m a week out from my special date with mother nature when Murphy’s Law kicks in and I’m scrambling in the ladies room, trying to be ‘creative’. Avoid the embarrassment and come prepared. Pack a tampon or two. Or three. They’re small and don’t take up a lot of room in your purse. You’ll thank yourself later. Promise.

Breath Mints/Chewing Gum



There is just something about hotel food that hangs around hours after you’ve eaten. It doesn’t matter that I consume copious amounts of water, my breath still suffers. In order not to scare away an acquiring editor or a soon-to-be friend, I pop a mint into my mouth. Mints are a tish more professional than gum, but whatever your pleasure, please remember to share. That lady next to you needs a mint too. Trust me.

This list could go on and on , but these items, outside of the typical clothing, shoes, and regular hygiene essentials necessary for a business trip, are enough to ensure good times are had at your next conference.

Happy Packing!



My Guilty Problem, er, Pleasure

I have a problem.

Ok, I have several, but at least I am aware of them, right?  The foremost is my obsessive and compulsive nature. It does not take much for me to cling to an idea and become consumed by its every faucet…and the obsession of the moment is sewing. To make dresses. For me. (And occasionally for select friends.)


Rocking my Star Wars dress with McGovy in the center sporting a Star Trek creation I whipped up for her. Alas, I did not make Jeanette’s smoking hot Marvel skirt. She did that all on her own.

It is my ‘guilty pleasure’, the thing I do to get away from my stubborn and uncooperative characters, my self-doubt, and what I deem to be the pressures of reader expectations. Sewing, at least for me, is simple. It doesn’t require my entire brain and allows me to simply focus on the up and down motion of the needle.

Part of the pleasure is found in the certainty of my skill. I KNOW I can create a unique and fun dress to add to my wardrobe because I’ve done it at least 10 times before (I told you, I have a problem). I have confidence in my abilities–there is no lingering doubt in regards to my competency or my level of skill. Which makes me happy. 🙂

Fran Collage

Sporting my Marvel (l) and Star Trek (r) dresses.


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One of my latest–my Downton Abbey dress which I wore up to the Biltmore for their Dressing Downton exhibit!

As a result, I have a closet full of personalized dresses (the SAME dress, just different prints) that reflect my interests—Downton Abbey, Star Trek, Star Wars, mid-century Christmas, Colonial Williamsburg (made from reproduction fabric from the colonial era that I will wear to the museum), Marvel…the list continues to lengthen as my whims and fancies change. Future and impending selections include flamingoes, 1940’s Hawaiian pinups, and typewriters. No lie.


l-r: Peachy flower/polka dots, Downton Abbey, Colonial Williamsburg, and mid-century Christmas


Upcoming dresses!

I have considered sewing for others and turning my pleasure into an actual business, but then the sewing would no longer be something I do for me. Selfish? Entirely. But the self-doubt would creep back in–is the seam straight enough for the price I’m charging? Is the fit to their exact measurements? Is the zipper installation helter skelter? And the time! Who has it? I feel guilty enough sewing for me, to take time away from writing to sew for another would triple the guilt. The pressure of high expectations would return with a gusto, and my confidence would falter. I’m a perfectionist. My personal expectations are high enough without more fuel in the fire. To add another person’s is overwhelming, and something I am forced to deal with in my writing life–I need a retreat. A place where I can go where my opinion is the only one that matters… and I find that in the steam of my iron, the whir of my sewing machine, and the purchase of fun fabric for more dresses.

Sewing the same dress over and over is what I do. And why not? I like the fit. I like the silhouette. And it’s comfy, yet stylish enough to wear out and about, especially in a hot Carolina summer. It’s a win-win…at least until the next obsession grabs hold…because I can already feel this one dying. It may have something to do with the fact that once I start a project (outside of writing, funny how that works) I can’t stop. I have to finish, and those 5 future dresses I posted above (which, by the way, was about 2 weeks ago when I originally drafted this post)? Yeah…they have now turned into five finished dresses.


But then, I did tell you. I have a problem.





Ten Things You Didn’t Know About Miss Winters Proposes

My latest novel, Miss Winters Proposes, a spirited Regency romance centered around an unseemly propMissWintersProposesFINALv2osal, hits the virtual shelves today, and I thought it would be fun to celebrate its big release by letting you in on some behind the scenes on-dit.

Specifically, ten things. Like…

1. Benjamin was originally named Dominic. I’ve always had a ‘thing’ for that name and decided to use it for my hero. Unfortunately, Dominic is neither English nor historically accurate for the Regency time period and a new more appropriate name had to be selected. It all worked out for the best, because I really can’t imagine Benjamin as anyone else.

2. Miss Winters Proposes was originally titled Miss Winters Proposal. My critique partner suggested I make the words more ‘active’ and the new title was born.

3. Juliet’s home, Hollington, is actually a sub-division on the way to my vet. I was taking the dog to a check-up when inspiration struck and I stole the name.

4. I have never actually seen an English Pointer. Yeah…pretty, awful, huh? I’ve seen them on the computer, mind you, but I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting one in person and I hope to right that wrong. And soon.

5. Juliet’s red hair and blue eyes are my absolute favorite coloring. (Just an FYI, it is also the rarest.) It doesn’t hurt that my eldest and middle son share those traits. Look for that combo to appear in Book 2 of my Daughters of Amhurst series in the hero as a small tribute to my two oldest offspring.

6. The idea for Miss Winters Proposes was inspired by my younger sister, Josey. She is a lover of all things canine and a certified dog trainer and groomer. A romance involving puppies was kinda sorta inevitable.

7. I have never sipped brandy, which is a shame, as I feature it in almost all of my books. All my knowledge of the liquor is gathered from the internet, including the words used to describe its taste. I sense another wrong that must be set right…

8. Speaking of beverages, making hot chocolate in the Regency (the only way of consuming chocolate at the time), was a laborious process. All the steps and preparation that went into making Ben and Juliet’s shared drink are found in Jane Austen and Food by Maggie Lane, a definite must-read for the true Janeite.

9. About 95% of the canine behavior found in Miss Winters Proposes is based on those displayed by my beloved pet standard poodle. The rest were garnered from Youtube clips on English pointers.

10. While writing this book, I read a whole lot of Rick Riordan to keep up with my kids. The dog’s names are an ode to the author. If you haven’t read his Heroes of Olympus and Kane Chronicles series, you need to. Now.


Juliet Winters has come up with a wonderfully devious plan to avoid marrying her vile cur of a cousin. First, she’ll propose marriage to her handsome, reclusive neighbor, Lord Colwyn. Then, once she has both name and financial support, she’ll be able to pursue her true (if rather unladylike) passion — breeding dogs. But when Lord Colwyn rejects her proposal… Juliet must take matters into her own hands.

The last thing Benjamin Colwyn expected was for the spirited Juliet to blackmail him into marriage — especially not by kidnapping his beloved canine companion. Yet despite his yearning for peace and isolation, he finds himself wanting to help her, if only to protect her from a marriage to a disreputable scoundrel. He certainly doesn’t expect the woman who pilfered his dog to steal his heart, as well…

You can get your copy here!


Refresh Your Writing Face with Agent Carter’s Classic Look

Writers are a privileged lot who admittedly and unapologetically go to work in their pajamas, often without a shower, and with little to no thought given to their appearance. It’s a job, my friends, and someone has to do it.

There are, however, occasions that warrant a bra to be worn, a comb to be tugged through the hair, and a bit of makeup to be applied–for promoting, networking, and marketing purposes, of course.

While doing my usual fangirling/twitter stalking, I came across an easy way to freshen up our writing faces for the aforementioned events with minimal makeup and effort, all while sporting a vintage look reminiscent of an honorary Bad Girl, Agent Peggy Carter.

Anyone can pull off this classic and easy look. ANY ONE. The trick is all in finding the correct shade of red for your pretty pout. Well, that, and having enough confidence to wear it out.

I can help with the makeup selection. I cannot help with the confidence. This is something you have to own. And own it you will, if you have the same fierce, determined, no-nonsense attitude as Agent Peggy Carter.


Exuding beauty, grace, and elegance, Agent Peggy Carter doesn’t let a small thing like a deadline get her down. She kicks tail and does it while looking HOT. Peggy’s classic look is appropriate for day or night, and is guaranteed to get you noticed–in all the right ways. Red lips demand attention, because as I said before, they take a measure of confidence to wear in public.

To achieve Peggy’s look, I gathered together makeup purchased mostly at the drugstore and featured in this video:


I used slight variations of her suggested products, opting to use what I had on hand over repurchasing, but kept things as close as possible.

I think the end result invokes the classic Peggy Carter look I was hoping to achieve.

Fran Agent Carter

Just remember agents–if your skin has cool undertones, select a red with cool undertones–these appear bluish or pinkish in the store. Cool toned people usually, but not always, possess a northern European heritage (Scandinavian, French, English, German, for example) .  Greeks, Spanish, Italian, Asian, and Latin American women (to name a few) will generally have a warm undertone to their skin. Their veins will appear green (vs the blue of a woman with a cool undertone) and have a yellowish (vs reddish/pinkish for the cool tones) hue to their skin. Warm undertones should select reds with warm undertones. These will appear almost orange in comparison to the cooler reds.

Of course, you could forgo my advice and be a real fan girl by picking up the exact same shade of lipstick Hayley Atwell aka Agent Carter, wears on the show. (Besame in Red Velvet)


Either way, be bold. Be daring. And make a statement with a new look this year!



The Ghost of Christmas Past

If you’ve been following the blog this month, you’ll have read McGovy’s fabulously funny Christmas list, been amazed by Elizabeth Michel’s creative book wreath, and humbled by Lori’s heartfelt Christmas wish.

So how’s a girl on a tight and rapidly approaching deadline with little energy, no patience, and next to nil time to follow such awesomeness?

Naturally, by embarrassing herself. Because we all know laughter is a wonderful de-stresser and during the often harried and crazy holiday season, de-stressing goes a looonng way.

So, despite my earlier rant declaring I have no time, I seem to have  just enough time to dig through old pictures with my kids and laugh at my younger self.

Speaking of which, my kids especially loved the golden velour chair yours truly is chilling on for my first ever Christmas in good old 1979. Personally, I’m digging the silver tinsel strings on the tree and the over-the-top pudgy cheeks. Gah, I’m a sucker for baby cheeks.Fran Christmas 1979

Two years later, the cheeks have receded somewhat, but the questionably sour expression remains. I mean, really mom, are you sure that bath gel is good? It doesn’t look all that impressive. Ah, the refined tastes of 2 year olds.Fran Chrismas 1981

Apparently 1984 was THE year of presents. At least that’s what I think. The He-Man action figures beside me are a sure indication the year was the schniznit. Well, them (which were my brothers, I swear) , and the happy face I cheesed up for the camera. I mean, it had to have been an awesome Christmas. Too bad I don’t remember any of it.

Fran Christmas 1984


My polaroid shot is not nearly as cool as T Swizzle’s. It isn’t even from 1989 but 1991, the apex of my awkward gangling middle school years. Complete with creepy dolls and Barbie accessories. (Just to clarify, the doll was mine. The Barbies were not. And who remembers Quints, the dolls lying on the floor in front of me? Those were my sis’s too.)

Fran Christmas 1991


And last, but certainly not least, who could forget the first Christmas they spent as a newly-wed? I was 19. He was 19. And WE were poor college students with no money for gifts under the tree. But who needs gifts when you have your true love?  Fran Christmas 1998

Ok. I’m done embarrassing myself…for now.

May you and yours have a truly wonderful holiday season filled with love, and LOTS of laughter!



Exercising the Freedom to Write

American-Flag-in-the-SunFor those of you not state-side or familiar with the United States’ calendar, today is election day. The day we, as Americans,  set aside once a year to vote.

This, however, is a blog dedicated to writing and reading. So what does voting have to do with either?

I’d venture to say, well…EVERYTHING.

With the freedoms granted to me by the men and women serving to maintain the democracy and government my country is based upon, I am able to write and publish whatever I wish without fear. In a world where so many are fighting to make their voices heard, where minorities flee because the majority opposes their opinions, and where some are frightened to speak the truth for fear of retribution, I take pride in the fact that I am able to write whatever I like without concern that my choices may bring me punishment, or worse, death.

I also have the ability, the choice, the freedom, yes, to write as an occupation, to pursue my dream in an economy that supports me. Because of the results of election day, I am able to live and thrive in a country where many are privileged to have disposable income–some extra cash to spend on recreational activities like reading.

The saying goes that reading imparts the reader with knowledge. Like the knowledge it takes to make educated choices to empower leaders who then make a difference in our local and national governments. There are places in our world today where many are silenced. Where many people, while strong in their numbers and in their knowledge, are denied the freedom to vote.

I’m not intending this post to be an educational treatise on politics or history, or even on national pride, though I am exceptionally proud to be a citizen of the United States. This post is intended to reflect the importance of today’s significance. So many of us toss away the opportunity to vote in lieu of what we may consider more important–our writing time, our work time, our lunch time– and in doing so, neglect to cast a simple ballot that enables you to be free to make that choice. You don’t have to vote.

You don’t have to write or read, either. You have the choice. And choices are very powerful things.

I am eternally thankful to the men and women who fight and who have fought to maintain my freedom to make those choices, and to the leaders who help keep the rights I too often take for granted. I am forever grateful to those who came before me, who believed that all men and women were created equal, and to those who also believed in giving others the ability to do as they wish.

I honor them by voting–and writing the best books that I know how to write.



What We’re Reading Wednesdays-Barbara Longley

I’m just going to put this out there: I’m a total sucker for time travels. Especially when they feature big beefy Scottish men in kilts. Not going to lie. You put those two elements together, along with a feisty heroine from my home state of Minnesota, and yeah, I’ve got my grubby little paws all over that story.

Thus is the case with the delightful Loch Moigh Series from Barbara Longley. Her delightful and rather spicy time traveling series is set in the Scottish Highlands with men like Malcom, aka Alpha Jerk, there to rescue recently transported Minnesota girls.  It’s a time travel. There is going to be some confusion, acclamation, and denial going on, all while in the presence of that beefy alpha Scot. Oh yeah, it’s good stuff. But what really makes this series fun is the element of the paranormal and the special ‘gifts’ the heroines in the series possess.

Here are short blurbs from Amazon:
True to the Highlander

Native American violinist Alethia Goodsky had plans for her future, and they didn’t include time travel, hocus-pocus good luck charms, or heroic deeds. And she certainly never intended to lose her heart to a fifteenth century Scottish warrior or an orphaned boy unable to hear her music.

A life hangs in the balance, and only Alethia can tip the scale. This is all the supernatural being posing as a Renaissance festival fortuneteller reveals before transporting Alethia back in time to the Highlands of Scotland. Alethia must unravel the mystery before it’s too late if she’s to return home. She throws herself into the task only to have her efforts thwarted by her overbearing, self-appointed protector—Malcolm of clan MacKintosh.

It is 1423AD, the year before Scotland’s King James is ransomed from the British to take his rightful place upon the throne. The Highland clans are at each other’s throats, and all of Scotland suffers under the ruthless reign of their regent, the duke of Albany. Treachery and intrigue rule the day, and all Malcolm wants is peace. Finding a gently bred woman alone on MacKintosh land can only mean more trouble. When the exotic foreigner reveals her strange tale, Malcolm believes she was placed in his path to warn him of coming danger. He cannot allow the willful beauty to put herself in harm’s way for his sake. Malcolm is determined to keep Alethia safe and by his side—if only she’d let him.

Surrounded by enemies, with the mystery still unsolved, passion grows between Malcolm and Alethia until her heart is torn. Should she follow the dictates of reason and find a way home, leaving Malcolm and the young boy she’s adopted behind, or should she listen to her heart and remain true to the Highlander?

The Highlander’s Bargain

The-Highlanders-BargainBefore he can settle down, blond-haired, blue-eyed Robley of clan MacKintosh needs to taste true adventure. So when the faerie Madame Giselle asks him to retrieve her stolen property in exchange for two enchanted tokens that will whisk him across the centuries, he jumps at the chance.

Nurse and future midwife Erin Durie is broke and alone, thanks to a roommate who skipped town and the psychic gifts that make relationships too intense and painful to bear. Then a kilted man magically drops into her arms, looking for a guide to the twenty-first century, and she can’t deny the attraction. But magical treachery soon throws open time’s portal once more—and puts a blade to Robley’s throat. Now Erin must decide where—or when—her healing powers can do the most good . . . and whether she can live without her handsome Highlander.

In the second thrilling Novel of Loch Moigh, award-winning author Barbara Longley delivers more of the action, adventure, and romance that began in the pulse-pounding True to the Highlander.

Of the two, the first is my favorite–for a couple of reasons:
1. I prefer alpha over beta heroes and the hero from the second book is a tish too…lovey dovey for my preference.

2. Taking a medieval Scottish knight and plunking him into the 21st century and reading about his fascination with modern marvels isn’t quite as exciting as taking a bewildered modern girl and thrusting her into the past. There is a reason I write and read historicals–I love the element of history. I enjoy escaping into another time. The second novel gives me that–but not until much later than I would like.

3. I enjoy reading sexual tension. Heavy on the tension. The first delivers it more than the second.

Now, that isn’t to say I didn’t like the second book, because I did. Barbara Longley’s voice is a treat to behold regardless of the book, but the story itself didn’t captivate me quite as much as the first. My preference isn’t swaying me off the series, though. In fact, I’m eagerly awaiting the third and last installment of Loch Moigh that is due to release next year.

Be ahead of the game, get over your “Outlander” withdrawal, and get your copies of Ms. Longley’s paranormal Scottish time travel, which, by the way, just happens to be sitting pretty in the Amazon top 500 romances. It’s a best seller for a dang good reason and that’s argument aplenty.


The Waiting Game

I’m not a patient person.

I hate waiting—–in line, for an email response, for my boyfriend to purpose—- I want instant gratification. I fall in-between a Generation X’er and Millennial, one of those horrible people who rely too much on technology and would not know what, God forbid, they would do if forced to unhook from the internet for more than a day. I’m used to instant text responses, to 30 min or less email replies, and to live streaming videos. If I can’t get something when I want it, I take matters in my own hands and get it done. Hence why my boyfriend is now my husband, and has been for the past 16 years. I proposed to him. The year after we graduated from high school, because gall darn it, I got tired of waiting on him.

Don’t even ask what it was like to wait NINE months to see each one of my babies. Just know it was BRUTAL, even with the sonogram sex reveal.

Writing, or more specifically, the industry of writing and publication, forces me to do that which I loathe: WAIT. And with a big fat capital “W”.

My young naïve self sent in my very first query thinking I’d hear back from the agent in an hour, maybe two. I’d at least get a note saying she had received my submission and would take a look at it–right?

Sorry, let me wipe the tears out of my eyes, cause girl, I’m still waiting.

The writing world does not run on my time. It is a professional business, and as such, runs on its own schedule, which, at times, can be slow. Really slow. And sometimes stand still slow.

That doesn’t mean, however, things do not get done. They do. But it happens at its own pace, often times much slower than many of us used to instant feedback, would like. I’ve learned, after waiting days, weeks, months, YEARS for a response, that publishing a book takes time. Hearing from an agent or an editor takes time. Rome wasn’t built in a day, my friend, and just like it took you months and maybe even years, to write that first book baby, it takes an equal amount of time, if not longer, for your book to be discovered, published, or represented.

Waiting to hear back on your proposal can be heart-wrenching. You may think you might die if you don’t hear back from your editor or agent in the next week. But you will survive. You might click that refresh button on your inbox every 60 seconds, but that doesn’t make things go faster. It actually makes it go slower. If you really want time to go by quicker, write. Delve into that next project. Write the next chapter. Stock up on blog posts. Whatever you do, don’t sit there and stare at the screen while biting your nails into bloody stubs. It doesn’t bring a faster response. Trust me, I’ve tried.

What does, is working. Staying busy. Doing that thing that made you happy in the first place: WRITING.

I can’t promise you’ll get a response. But I can promise that you will wait for one. My mom always said good things come to those who wait. And she’s right. While not every response will be one you wish to hear, the good ones– the acceptance letters and contract offers–are worth the wait.

Take a breath. Relax. And remember–waiting is a good thing. It’s a part of this business, and the sooner you accept that, the sooner you can get started on the next project. That way, when the business knocks on your door, rings on your phone, or emails you that acceptance letter, you can’t be blamed for keeping anyone waiting.


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