I have a bit of the finished-book-blues.
It’s so hard to write a book y’all. It’s so much work. And it feels soooo gooood to be done with it. That high is pretty, preeettyyyy nice…and then, as with all highs, there’s a crash that follows.
I’m in the crash right now. Exhausted. Excited for the next one, absolutely, but also exhausted. And the longer I stay away from the page (for the next book), the more anxious I get about it. Sigh. Which always sucks, because I do need REST. It’s a catch-22.
Between the last book and the one I just wrote, I was away from the page for legit like six months. Almost that many, anyway. Granted, I did move during those six months. Finish our house renovation and move. But, still. It was almost six months.
Not going to happen this time. I’m back on the horse as soon as I finish an editing gig, which needs to happen by the end of this coming week. I have some catch-up to do in that regard this weekend…but nothing I can’t handle.
Coco is so much better now. We were definitely putting her on edge with our own anxiety. She’s far more manageable now. And the new meds help, too, when we just need her to pass out. She’s healing. I can see the progress. What a relief.
We played a lot of music today on ye old DJ controller. I got a little yard work done. We slept in like CRAZY. Noon, I think. I mean, I got up at 7 to give Coco all her meds and whatnot, but noon. For a day that gets dark at 4:30, that’s a long time to be sleeping in, ha! It was glorious.
Time for sleep again.