Kenny Rogers is not usually my role model, but he had it figured out in his song "The Gambler." I'm still learning when to hold 'em and when to fold 'em in the publishing world.
Recently I withdrew a story from consideration at a magazine I greatly admire. Four months after my submission, the editor had said he liked the story but didn't know where to fit it in. Six months and a status query later, I still had heard nothing, so I withdrew the piece. Next day comes the email: "But we were going to tell you today that it was scheduled."
It seems that time moves at different speeds depending on which end of the game you're playing. Now I've learned to be infinitely patient. I just got one of those "Love it but can't fit it in" emails from another editor, and I'm counting this one as an acceptance. If she publishes the story while I'm still drawing breath on this earth, that will be fine.