I Cried Today
I finished the first draft of my very first novel this weekend. I put all the chapters together and gave it a shiny title page and table of contents. My thought baby was finally finished, even if unpolished. Hooray!
I didn’t expect the sadness after. For the last six months I’ve been working tirelessly on this project, having not missed a single day of at least 300 words. Now that routine, the ritual of returning to the same world/people every day is over — or at least changed. After spending my Sunday putting around when I would normally be hard at work drafting this week’s outline, I realized the source of the feeling and burst into tears.
Happy tears, but also sad ones. I didn’t expect this reaction. Did anyone else feel the same after finishing their first novel?