After the Words are Written

I recently finished writing a book. For the first time in over a year, my weekends, nights, and early mornings haven’t being spent obsessing over writing.

Image result for The end typewriterI thought the completion of a major project would result in a feeling of elation, but by placing that one last period on the page, I created a vast empty space in my life.

I feel empty and my mind as has been blank of ideas to write about and I can’t seem to get past these feelings.

It has taken me a month to even feel enough creativity to put these words down on a page.

I don’t know what to do with myself, and since the release of my book on Amazon, I have nothing but a fear of rejection and wondering if people would read it, not to mention would they enjoy it they did.

But none of it has anything to do with reality, it’s just in my head.

The truth is, I have had some wonderful feedback. However, for the record, I know not everyone thinks that the book as good as some other people have expressed. Some responses have been kind because they want to be nice and are friends of my family.

I bounce between wonderful, encouraging comments from people, to negative thoughts of why I didn’t sell a book today and why aren’t people putting feedback on the Amazon website.

It’s a roller coaster of emotions.

There were moments when I was working on this project and it felt endless, it felt like it could go on forever, and it would never end. And then there is an end, and I wonder if I have it in me to ever write another word again.

I have done some research and I have found that I’m not the only one who has experienced the post-project-completion blues.

One writer recRelated imageently wrote that “Finishing writing a book is like taking all of your possessions and clothes out in the backyard and burning them.  You now are exposed for the world to see and you have nothing left that is yours.”

I can relate.

For me, the only thing that is worse than after the words are written for your book is when you feel there is nothing else to write about.

So, if you see me walking around, looking a bit grieved the next few months, be gentle. I am probably still mourning and dealing with coming up with new projects after the words have been written.

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