The last 20 days I allowed writing to consume me.  I wrote about 46,500 words in those 20 days, beating out any NaNo I’ve ever done.

But my last two days off I spent writing at an overwhelming rate and I came home from a short visit at my parents’ house to write some more.  That’s when I finished… I wrote THE END and was so excited but WAY too tired to celebrate!

Getting to the end of every work I have ever written has always landed me in a state of depression.

There’s this build-up.  There are relationships developed with the characters who are, essentially, my babies… I have created them, named them, given them quirks and past stimuli that has made them who they are at the time the book takes place.

They grow and they become independent and they start telling the story.  Sometimes they argue with you and sometimes they surprise you like crazy with something they do that you weren’t planning on having happen because it doesn’t even fit the story.  I’ve argued with my two main male characters while the women have just made things up as they’ve gone along and slipped it into the story with no attempt to argue with me.

Now the story has ended.  Those characters will remain with me as I go through the editing process as there is much to do in edits but after the race to the finish…

I feel lost and depressed tonight feeling like I don’t know what else to do.

I’m glad that I decided to blog daily this month because it means that I will have something to draw me to writing that isn’t my novel and I think that will be a good distraction!