I’ve finished a project. It feels odd to type those words, because I’ve been working on it for so long. And of course it’s not really finished — it’s just resting with someone else for a bit. I’m nervous and anxious and a bit at a loss for what to do with all this mental space. I finish a freelance project and turn around to poke some words on my manuscript into place and remember that I’ve sent it off. I pick up a book to read and don’t have to put it down because it’s 10 p.m. and I haven’t made my word count for the day. I can read my favorite authors again without worrying I’ll be influenced by their voices.
What will I do with all this head room? For now, I’ll let it be. I’m organizing my physical space — I promised myself if I finished writing this month I’d clean my office and closet (how sad is that for a motivating goal?) — and in a bit I’ll organize my brain, too. I’ll read plotting books, research the idea for a story that’s whispering in my ear, and maybe take a few workshops. But for now, I’m trying to let my brain be still, let the writing muscles rest so that they’ll be ready when I need them again.