Has anyone else gotten depressed after they've finished a long project?
I was really looking forward to finishing my book; after all, for 16 months, all I thought about was my book. And after spending all day writing it -- at night -- I dreamt about it.
few times I was out with friends, I was annoying. I was recording
ideas, and talking more into my iPhone than to the people I was with.
And my social life wasn't the only thing that took a back seat. Everything was put off until my book was done.
And now -- it's finally done!
almost like I had an incredibly intense love affair that ended
abruptly. Now that Book is gone -- I'm at a loss for what to do with
myself. This past weekend, I hung pictures in my house, updated my
printer drivers, cleaned out the garage, and alphabetized my DVD
collection using a new iPhone app. None of these are things I'd
normally spend much time doing... but I needed something to occupy my
mind, since Book has left.
miss Book. I miss our long nights together when we just clicked and the
flow was good. Of course, there the down times where Book would wake me
in the middle of the night, needing massive attention. There were those
early mornings watching dawn break when I worried, "Did I truly
understand Book? Would others appreciate what Book and I had done
of course, there were the nights of fighting where I walked out on
Book, swearing, "I just can't handle you! You are too much! You
overwhelm me and I want you out of here!"
And now Book has gone to another woman -- Daniela, my editor at St. Martin's Press. Fine, you deal with Book.
could start a new project -- or even a new book -- but it's too soon to
get involved again. I'd just be on the rebound. So instead I sit,
mourning, and still pining away for the moments that Book and I had
But now -- this blog is at it's end -- which means -- it's time for me to clean the grout!