It’s a little shy of 24 hours since I finished my Nanowrimo novel. It’s still a litle shocking. There are suddenly all these things I have time to do again. Like clean the dishes. Or watch a movie. Or get rid of the various piles of stuff that have mysteriously accumulated in my apartment these last weeks.
Today was relief and a bit of confusion. Once you’ve written a novel in a month, what do you do with yourself?
My answer… eat out for lunch. Read a book. Cherish a fresh bowl of bean-and-veg soup. Go to one of your girlfriend’s classical concerts.
But overall… relax. And blog a quick one, then rest your fingers until morning.
Writing a novel like that, getting the creative mind going like that, was like a breath of fresh air. So too, though, is finishing the buggering thing.
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