Here's an update on my writing life.
I am having one, moving forward from the recently finished novel, doing all those things you're supposed to do. But mostly I'm waiting. A batch of query letters are out. There has been some interest. Which means a flurry of sending out what has been requested and now - more waiting.
Each time the computer dings that a new message has arrived, I scurry to open it. If the internet connection is wonky, I scream things. Bad things. Today my cell phone rang. It was an area code I didn't recognize. I thought, this might be it. It wasn't.
Does anxious heart racing count as aerobic exercise?