This week I sent another book out into the big world. It’s always scary to do so, and after I’ve uploaded it, and it’s on it’s way, I’m left twiddling my thumbs and feeling kind of lost.
It’s a project I’ve worked on for (at least) the past six months, and suddenly, I don’t have anything to do anymore. I know. I could start writing the next book, but I’ve learned to give my poor old brain a rest between books, or it’s easy to confuse it. The last thing I want to do is start calling my new character by the name of the character that was in the previous book!
So, for the past few days I’ve wandered around the house, looking for new projects. I’ve spent more time studying God’s Word–I never seem to have enough time to delve into His beautiful book. I finished an ongoing quilt project that I thought I’d never complete. I’ve even thought about starting a new sewing project, but can’t seem to get focused enough to do so. I have several guest blog posts I should be working on, but there again, can’t seem to find the motivation.
I remember this feeling. Parents go through this when their child leaves for college and suddenly isn’t around anymore. Empty Nest Syndrome.
Is that what I have?
I suppose it could be. I’ve lived with the characters in my most recent book for months. Their thoughts have been my thoughts, and their struggles, my struggles. And now, suddenly they aren’t here anymore. No wonder I’m going through withdrawals!
It’s fine though. I’ve gone through this same separation every time I’ve finished one of my books and sent it on its way. And I know that before long, I’ll have new friends planning their escapades in my head and keeping me up nights. I love it!
Right now, though, I think I’ll go take a nap.
To check out my newest release, click on the link! The Town Named Christmas