I am no longer behind with farm work. Dinners are getting cooked. The ironing basket is empty. I have been to the hairdressers for the first time in months.
My book is finished.
Hoorah. She says. Dejectedly.
It’s not that I’ve sent it off to Lovely Agent and am checking my inbox every five seconds for a verdict. Well, alright, it is that, but mostly, after 2 years of feeling love and hate for this story, these characters, I miss them.
I feel like some friends have gone away. Annoying friends who woke me up in the night, but friends, none the less.
I know what the cure is supposed to be.
New friends. Start a new project. I have two on the brew but can’t quite decide which new friends I want to hang out with for the next year or so.
It’s not helping much.
Am I a freak?
Do others feel like this?
What are your cures?
Does it stop when other people are reading about your characters and breathing new life in them?
I feel a bit like Pooh with his empty honey pot.