The Downside of Finishing a Novel
There will probably be a lot of self-pity and hand wringing in this post, so if your sympathy levels are low, perhaps stop reading now!
As I’ve written in previous posts, I finished the first draft of my novel in a mad splurge of writing on 1st December 2014. I waited until early January before I looked at it again. I reread and revised, reread and revised non-stop from then until 6th February when I sent it to an editor. Phew! Time to enjoy doing other things. See friends I’d neglected while I was writing. Have fun! Maybe have a little go at a couple of short stories I’ve been thinking about for ages, but otherwise, enjoy life.
So how’s the fun and enjoyment going? It’s not! I’m full of LASSITUDE.
Lassitude: lethargy, listlessness, weariness, languor, sluggishness, enervation, tiredness, exhaustion, fatigue, drowsiness, torpor, ennui, lifelessness, sloth, apathy.
Who knew there were so many synonyms for lassitude?!
I can’t be bothered to do anything because nothing seems to matter – not even the walk I planned today to enjoy the blue sky and sunshine.
After all the angst involved, and despite longing to finish it, I miss writing the novel. I miss my characters. I miss my involvement in their lives. To try to compensate, I’ve been working on the synopsis. But it’s something I don’t like doing at the best of times, and at the moment, it seems so superficial and emotionless.
I’m sure this will pass. Once I get it back from the editor (unless she savages it and I have to lie in a darkened room for a month to recover!), and I can work on it again, and then decide whether to try publishers, or to self-publish again, I know all will be well again. It’s got to be: the other thread of the original novel, which I abandoned to write the current one, is calling to me. Its voice is thin and distant, but I’m hoping its clamour will grow too loud to resist.
Tags: finishing a novel, missing your characters, what happens when you finish a novel