I "finished" my manuscript. I thought I would feel happier about it. There is this book and I've been working on it for every waking and unwaking moment for the past three years and now I have printed it and stuffed it into a binder. There it is. On my desk. The fruit of my labors.
So why does it feel sad? Not even relief. Now I just have more panic about it than ever before. What if my committee doesn't sign off on it? What if I don't graduate? Worse, what happens when I do and I have to sit in my office all day and be a writer for a living??? What if my brain dries up and I run out of things to say?
I have decided the best solution to this feeling is to make some mac n cheese, eat chocolate, and watch South Park until my brain disengages from the state it is in. I will emerge when I can form a coherent thought.
After years of nomadic temporary employment, advanced degrees, and chocolate ice cream, a rugger with a love of knitting and a cyclist with no domestic skills signed a Ketubah and bought a house in Pittsburgh.
6 comments:
I don't think you need to worry about running out of things to say:+)
I give a hearty second to kk. I think it's much more likely that Corey will become a touring inspiration speaker.
These things, after so long and so much effort, are more like a denouement than a climax. Like empty-nest syndrome.
Your solution is perfect, but get plenty of exercise, too. Your life is not going to change because of this. You are still the Katy that we love!
i want to be there when you run out of things to say. you were speechless for a nano second at your surprise bridal shower...
*meant to say "inspirationAL speaker," but I'm sure you got the idea.
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