I’ve always had this problem, but it seems worse for some reason right now. (I think I know why. That will be another story for another time.)
I’m working, writing along, the ideas are coming, the dialog flows, and the descriptions are awesome. My alert that I have received e-mail dings. Mine dings, a clear ringing tone of possibility.
Could it be one of the hundreds of agents I’ve queried responding with yet not another rejection but the coveted acceptance? “I love your style and the story you propose has me on the edge of my seat. Please send the full manuscript. I believe I have a publisher who would be thrilled to sign you.”
It could happen! It will happen!
Maybe it’s another request to review my book, or better, a glowing review. So far they have been great. This always makes my day, my week!
I’ll just go have a little look. So I check my mail with high anticipation.
Junk.
But now that I’m on the Internet, might as well check Goodreads, Amazon, and Barnes and Noble for new reviews.
Nothing. Google Alerts would have e-mailed me if there was.
I wonder what's new on FaceBook and Twitter? Should check.
Maybe there’s something interesting on Pinterest, or a good blog on Indies Unlimited.
There goes an hour.
I need to get back to writing. I shut down Firefox, bring up word for Mac, and immerse myself in characters, worlds, and adventures.
My e-mail dings.