An End and a Beginning

I finished writing my latest novel. I should be excited, elated, feeling a tremendous sense of accomplishment, any number of triumphant feelings should be coursing through my veins, and they are.

But there’s this other feeling, too…the one that makes me feel like I’ve lost my best friend, the one that sort of turns me into Eeyore, the one that raises a black cloud of depression over my head (or at least a gray one.) It’s the same feeling I get each time I type the words “THE END.” Is there something wrong with me? There must be. Surely all the rest of the authors out there don’t suffer from this malady.

Then I found this quote by Truman Capote: “Finishing a book is just like you took a child out in the back yard and shot it.”

Hurray! I’m not the only one.

Forgive me if there’s no “fist-pumping” excitement, yet. Don’t worry, I’ll get there. I just need a few more minutes with my book friends: Aimee, and Reid, and Zoe, and Ruth, and… well, you get the idea. Goodbye, for now, friends. I’ll see you again after the editor gets a hold of you.

Time to shake off the Eeyore-syndrome, get to know a new set of imaginary friends (and enemies), type the words: “CHAPTER ONE,” and fill up those blank pages.

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