Anticipation. For ages.

Jason Nahrung of the Brisbane Courier-Mail wrote a review of Heart of the Mirage this last weekend. Alas, I haven’t seen it yet. It is not online that I can find. I am told that it was a good one, and my lovely publicist is posting a copy to my home address – but I won’t be home for another two weeks! So this pathetically insecure author has to scrounge up a dose of patience…

All I have to sate my impatient soul is this:
‘Glenda Larke…. has again managed to add a thoughtful twist to the fantasy genre.’

All of which makes me think that in this connected world of instant gratification, we have actually forgotten how to wait. I wonder if we have thereby also denied ourselves one of the joys of living: anticipation.


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Anticipation. For ages. — 3 Comments

  1. Nah. Anticipation is over rated. What happens if you get hit by a bus in the meantime?

    Karen
    who hates waiting with a vengeance and has been hit by a truck, which is almost as bad as a bus.

  2. Ah, but then you’d die happy …wouldn’t you? Oddly enough, after writing this post, I had some extra good news that I had been hoping for (rather than anticipating) for 8 months. So long in fact, that I had almost forgotten it was possible. And I can’t tell anyone yet, which is frustrating.

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