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So, as many of you already know, I finished my book twelve days ago (YAY), but I have yet to fully enjoy or believe that I have achieved such a thing.  When I wrote the words “THE END,” I remember thinking “Is it really over?” There weren’t loud cheers, I didn’t dance around the living room and there weren’t even tears…I was exhausted.  That night, I went to bed feeling complete, I was happy and I slept pretty well, only because my characters now had their own lives to live.  However, the next morning was a complete different story.  I woke up with a crick in my neck and my back and neck were so sore, that I could barely move.  “My book is horrible!  Everything has to be changed,” I told my husband as he got ready for work, and I sat there panicking!  He simply hugged me and said, that I’m probably right, but you’ve done it, and have achieved your goal.  I hugged him back with a slight chuckle, knowing he was right, and shortly after that, he left.  That whole day, I wanted and tried my best to be really proud of myself, to maybe have that really big cry, out of completely joy, and to feel complete.  It didn’t happen that day, or the day after.  My neck was still sore on Friday and my husband surprised me with my sister who had come in town, and the next night, a surprise party was thrown for my 30th!  Several people at the party knew I had finished the book and kept asking me about it, but what could I tell them?  I really couldn’t say anything about how excited I was, because I hadn’t experienced any type of emotion.

And still, to this day, I still don’t know what it’s like to have that glorifying moment.  My neck and back are still aching, and I’m literally exhausted!  It is my first day to get back to any kind of writing since I finished my book, and I’m thankful for allowing myself to take that time off, but I feel like I’m waiting for Mr. Writer’s Block to leave. (Is that a sign to start editing Book #1 and start Book #2?)

Here is an article that I found about the emotional sides after finishing a book.

In the end, I am very happy that I have completed something so wonderful.  I mean, how many people can say, “I have written a book!”

 

Awhile ago, I posted two blogs that relate to this one.  Here they are Blog 1 and Blog 2.

When my husband suggested that we go to the bookstore on Saturday to work, it melted my heart, because I (usually) love writing in a place where I’m most comfortable and inspired.  Sadly, the bookstore was packed (though a great thing for B&N), so we came home.  I was fortunate to get some writing done, and even stayed up until 5:30 Sunday morning to write!

On Sunday morning, with the hubby at a friend’s house brewing beer, I decided to head to the bookstore to write.  I was disappointed when there wasn’t a place near a plug, but hey, at least I was there writing.  Finally, I saw two college-aged women who were sitting in a corner by a plug, start to pack up, so in the meantime, I gathered my stuff and waited for them to leave.  Ahh, finally, I thought, now I’m content. As time progressed, many people started filing in, which became very distracting, not because of the adults or whining babies, but because of the teenagers!  The Cafe in the B&N was crammed with cliquish teenagers who had brought their cool brand new (I’m assuming) laptops and were chugging down coffee, in the “Venti” size.  (Why don’t they just say large or extra-large?)  It was obvious that they were “working” on their assignments they had put off to the last minute, which of course, are due today.  It had turned into a teenage bar!  After trying to ignore them for half an hour, I couldn’t focus on my work, and decided to go back home, feeling disappointed and frustrated because I really hadn’t made any real progress.

Lesson to be learned:  If you plan on getting some work done on the weekends at B&N, just stay home, because you’ll definitely be more productive.  If you must work there, do it on a week day, because the kids are in school and or, are busy with other activities.