Restlessness

Finish something.

And so I did. Finish something, that is.

Earlier this week, I completed the rewrite of a novel that I hope to publish in 2018. I heaved a huge sigh of relief because the rewrite had been long and hard. There were times when I wasn’t sure I’d finish, when I wasn’t sure I had it in me to finish. But I kept pushing forward, determined to see the rewrite through to the end.

Now I’m spent, and I don’t quite know how to move forward.

It’s not a new feeling. I’ve completed large pr...