Between Projects, Between Outcomes, Between Everything

You ever hit that strange nowhere space where you are technically busy, querying, submitting, planning, but every part of you feels like it is just waiting?

That is where I am.

I have a Zoom call with a literary agency in an hour. It is the kind of call I would have celebrated not long ago. I should be excited. I am excited. But I also know it might be another maybe. Another almost. Another stretch of silence that feels like possibility until it doesn't.

While I wait, I have started to think about the next book. Not casually. Not in a someday way. I am starting to wonder whether it is time to begin again for real. Whether there is something inside me urgent enough to shape a new project around.

This space between endings and beginnings is not empty. It only feels that way. It is full of nerves and drafts and unanswered emails. It is the hallway between the room where something happened and the room where something might.

I used to think success would feel like a door swinging open. It turns out it feels more like knocking with one hand while revising with the other.

So that is where I am.
Not stuck.
Not soaring.
Just suspended.

And honestly, I think that is where most of us live. Somewhere between what we have done and what we still believe could matter.