How quickly we swing from wild elation (I finished the 2nd draft!) to malcontent (I finished the 2nd draft… what now?)
I’ve been incredibly restrained, holding to my promise not to read it for at least a month. After all, this is the perfect time to get to all those little projects that were shelved until I had time…
I made a photobook.
I filed all my paperwork.
I pruned the roses.
And I’m depressed as hell.
I’ve been working on the damn manuscript for so long that I don’t know what to do without it anymore. They warned me this might happen. I laughed it off – Hah! Not me! I’m thrilled it’s done so I can do all this other stuff guilt-free because I won’t be thinking how I should rather be writing than sewing, or reading, or browsing the shops.
Only… not. Instead, I feel like I have lost my best friend.
On the plus side, I have three different new storylines brewing in my head so one of these days I expect one of them will pop into existence as a plan on a page and I will begin the exquisitely tortuous journey of Novel Number Two.
Yep, there you go… I feel better already.
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