The Languish Zone

There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to a writer. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his career. This is the dimension of waiting. It is an area which we call the Languish Zone.
 
Waiting is hell. Nothing is worse than attempting to remain calm while one of your screenplays circulates in a show business dimension I like to call, The Languishing Zone.
 
The days of bidding on a story have long since passed. To be brutally honest, I never made it to the bidding stage. In what poses as my career, powers that be either like my work or not and act accordingly. 
 
So, if you ever find yourself “lucky” enough to be in the zone that I call Languishing, do what I do. 
 
Masturbate? Good guess, but no. It goes without saying that you should be working on other projects. 
 
(The following is a paraphrase from Tick-Tick Boom)
 
Writer: (boo-hoo) But what do I do now?
Female Middle-aged Agent: (smoking a cigarette and inhaling it into her toes) Write another one.
 
And scene!
 
It’s true, you should be writing another one. It might also help to be talking walks, getting exercise, living life (hard due to another Co-Vid variant), or taking up a new hobby. Since I can’t do crossword puzzles, I took the next logical choice: Learning to Play the Guitar!
 
Yes, you read right. Every afternoon, I practice, 30 to 60 minutes a day. I have been doing this for several months now and I can honestly say that I have no talent. Does that mean I am going to stop? No.  In fact, I am looking at Electrics. Nothing fancy, just something that will be a bit more annoying my family.
 
This does not quite cure the overall depression of languishing. However, it does help. That, along with a good scotch whiskey, daily walks, and nightly installment of Gilmore Girls. Hey, my solution will not be yours. But you still need to do something. Otherwise, you will just go crazy. And who wants to add that to the growing list of what’s going wrong at the end of civilization as we know it.