Every time I finish a book or an article or any other piece of writing that I’ve poured my heart into (which, for the record, is everything I write) I feel lost.  Despite having the desire to focus on other writing I still feel lost.

I feel like sitting with some other project is somehow traitorous to the work I just finished.  Maybe a part of me feels like I’m abandoning that something… but I’m really not because by writing a piece, it becomes part of who we are, forever.

It’s a lot like being in love.  It’s like when another person feels like they are literally a part of who you are.  In all the relationships I’ve written over the years and the wedding vows I’ve written for all those weddings I have always tried to express that.  I have always tried to implement that small piece… the belonging of two souls.  I think Til We Meet Again and The Trinket Box cover that off the best.

So it is with what we create.  It becomes a part of us that will never leave us.  It becomes a part of us that we will carry with us for the remainder of our days.

I just have to try to get past that feeling of loss so I can continue moving forward.

Anyone else experience this?  Anyone have any suggestions as to working through that feeling?  I have done it over and over (10 novels in) and yet, I think it’s been so long I’ve forgotten what I do to get through it!