Jackson has figured out how to get up inside the TV cabinet. He’s still not sure why we stare at that screen, however.
So, the Good News? I finished the book!!!!
(Cue screams of joy from fans and various expressions of relief and eyerolling from family and friends.)
The Bad News?
Wow, am I tired!
Not really physically tired, just emptied out. It’s really amazing, this writing-a-novel thing – it really does feel like running a marathon. (Or so I presume, not being the kind of gal who has EVER run a marathon.) Even working at a measured and even pace, by the end it feels like I’m creating an enormous soap bubble. Every day I add a bit more air, expanding it, steadying it, letting it grow larger and larger. And in the final days, I detach it from my wand and it floats away, leaving me hollow.
It’s a peculiar feeling. It’s like I have no thoughts at all.
If I could – and maybe one day when I get organized about this writer gig, I will – I’d plan for a week-long vacation post-deadline. I’d love to just go hang by a pool somewhere, order drinks from cabana boys and let myself gradually refill.
At any rate, that’s all I’ve got in me for a blog post today. I looked at my long list of very interesting potential topics and my writing brain did that thing like when your car battery is nearly dead. It kind of started to turn over, sputtered and went quiet.
Somebody send cabana boys. Stat.
8 Replies to “On Being Done – In So Many Ways”
You nailed it girl, “emptied out” I always feel like I’ve used up my word allotment and haven’t anymore.
Congratulations, deep breath.
You did it! *cheers*
Give yourself a reward to celebrate even if it’s something small and silly.
I did! Margaritas and chocolate. Tomorrow I shall garden in the SUN. I hear this “outside” place is really cool!
Yep. You definitely need a week with cabana boys bringing you fruity drinks by the pool. You earned it.
Congrats on finishing the book! =o)
Now if I could just FIND some!
You can’t be done! I must have my fix!
it’s okay! it was only a temporary done, baby!