After such a profound experience — writing a short novel — and enjoying every bit of writer’s all-powerful head space, I’m slowly falling back to Earth. If I could describe my feelings now, they are akin to topdrop, just without effects of adrenaline rush (well, maybe a little — while writing action scenes) etc, etc.
In short, I am sad and empty.
But I’m also feeling partially accomplished. Partially, because I know that there’s this good story I just finished and even slightly revised. It needs polishing in places, and I’m not in the right mood for adding sensuality it requires at those rough edges. In the month ahead I’ll be fixing this issue.
My hub tries to stuff me with chocolate. I appreciate his caring side.
My dominant nature is relentless in having the job done fast and my inner writer is curled up in a deep, dark corner, needing a restorative nap. I want to get into that story again, I crave it, but without my writer side it’s pointless. I would be an elephant in a glass store.
*Powers down*
I guess it’s time for tea, coffee, wine, good food, long walks, and doing anything but writing.
If you are a writer, how do you cope with the downtime (and/or sadness) after manuscript completion? Do you even share similar experience? Tell me!
