Doing all I can…

The longer I spend without a job and without a sale (be it book or play or what have you - and, no, e-books don’t count), the more desperate I get. The more I feel like I should do more. I mean, obviously I’m not doing enough, right?

So, I emailed my agent the other day and explained my situation. I explained how I have blogs and Facebook and Twitter accounts. I explained all the work I do on promoting my books and plays. I explained how I have e-books for sale to help get my name out there. And then, I explained how I couldn’t think what else I should do and asked her what she felt I should do next.

Her answer, at first, was a relief. She told me there was nothing else I should be doing, that I was doing all I could do. She said that now my fate rested in the hands of providence, luck, oh and herself.

What a relief!

But then, I got to thinking. There’s nothing else I can do? Nothing? Talk about powerless! Surely, there must be something!

I realized I was caught - I am caught in a unique position. My lack of success is not the result of me not trying. It is simply just how things are working out. Now, I have to be… and I hate to use this word… patient.

Patient.

Me.

…. Crap…