The End of the Story
I just finished Camp NaNoWriMo for April 2015. It is a relief, but it also comes with the same feeling I also get when I finished a story. It is merely a novel, but I finish and suddenly I am in an existential crisis. Who am I? What do I do now? Why? Who? What?
Then I tell myself that it was just a novel, which now need serious amount of editing. It isn’t necessarily all that good. First drafts usually aren’t good. But I can’t edit the novel yet as it is best to leave it for a minimum of a month. Give the story time to rest.
However, trying to write on something else is pointless. I would just end up staring at the blank page, even if I really wanted to work on the story the day before. So, what I have to do is find some way to deal with the feeling. The best solution I have found is multiple movies and some junk food. This may not be the best solution healthwise, but it seems to work for me. I don’t know if anyone else suffers from this or what they do. Maybe they have a healthier way to deal with it. But I find once the movies are over, I can write again