Finishing a book always produces mixed feelings. It’s great to be finished with a project, especially if one feels the results are good. At the same time, after anticipating the completion, the end comes, and one is left with a sudden stretch of empty time.
Wonderful, except too often the Muse, having worked overtime, has taken it upon her self to decamp. No project; no ideas; no excuse for not doing all the household chores that were put off with “when I finish the book".
In my case, painting ceiling and woodwork and attacking the garden.
Published on July 01, 2013 05:08