Instead of checking my email once a day, and being disappointed once a day, I check my email 50 times a day and am disappointed 50 times a day.
Meanwhile, at the swampish and haphazardly defined borders of my consciousness hovers a vaporific cognizance of a possible Theory C to explain the continuance of my doll's current state of intangible Not-Yettedness. (See here for Theories A and B.)
Viz, that Marina has "many a many" work to complete, and that various factors impede her progress (materials shortages, lapsed connections to needed assistance, occasional pauses for food and sleep) --even as various factors are always impeding me in my work too--and that my doll Yren is at the moment merely caught up in a general, all-encompassing working-towardice, a steadily-getting-it-all-done-itude, from which she will emerge more or less at the same time as all the other works rise up and present themselves to us in an exuberant, shining, jubilant, self-evident state of Voilà-hood.
Not that different from building my serials module, actually. It works for me.