The absolute longest point on any line is the one that starts with a query or submission and goes until it reaches the conclusion of the event. No matter what the conclusion is, rejection, acceptance, or otherwise–you feel every one of the infinite points on that line like a speed bump in a Camaro when you need to pee.
You try not to think about it, but you do.
You certainly shouldn’t compulsively check email and the web, you know, just glancing. You still do it.
What you SHOULD do is get off your ass and go write a few more short stories, or finish the third novelette in the series, or work on any of the three novels you have going. You might, but not right now.
Anticipation paralysis is a real pain in the keister.