Wow, hi. A month has passed and I’m finally coming up for air.
The Glass Doll is finished. And I don’t mean the first draft, or the second or the third. After almost two years and approximately five drafts, it’s as good as I know how to make it. It’s all grown up. Next week it will go out into the world to seek its fortune.
Finishing a novel doesn’t feel quite the way I expected. I’ve been off-kilter for days. Of course I’m elated, excited, proud and relieved. But I’m a little bit sad, too. A little bit lost.
Finishing was hard. I’m glad I saw it through, even when I was so tired of editing that just looking at my manuscript made me queasy. It’s kind of like when your mom comes to visit. (In this scenario, your mom is awesome and you’re super excited to see her.*) You take her to the botanical gardens and the farmer’s market. You drink wine and watch movies with her. Romantic comedies, not your thing but you want your mom to have a nice time. You get caught up on all the hometown gossip.
After a week she’s driving you nuts. The way she grips the seat when you’re driving, her foot pressing an imaginary brake. The constant complaining about her best friend. The overpowering smell of her hand lotion. You realize you can’t wait for her to go home. When she does, you breathe a sigh of relief. Finally. But the funny thing is, she still leaves an ache behind.
Hitting Mom overload doesn’t mean you won’t miss her.
I always cry when I get to the end of reading a great book. Doesn’t matter if it’s a sad ending or a happy one. I cry because it’s over. My journey with those characters, in that world, is finished. I have to say goodbye. I hate that part.
The Glass Doll has been a major part of my life for two years. So I guess it’s no wonder I’ve been wandering around in a daze since Tuesday, switching from joyous to cranky to tearful every few minutes. The good news is I can always cure post-book blues with a new book. And if it works for reading, I know it’ll work for writing, too.
*The mom described in this post is not my actual mom. (Although my actual mom IS awesome.)
Do you get the blues after finishing a major creative project? How do you pull yourself out of them?