Do you ever feel a let down when you finish a book? Three years ago I plotted a new contemporary romance at a plotting retreat in Quartz Mountain of southwestern Oklahoma. Since I was in the middle of other projects, I set it aside. Last fall, I began writing it with all the excitement of a school girl with a new cell phone.
Yesterday, I wrote "the end." Now you would expect that would be an exciting time. For the last six weeks, I wrote as fast as my fingers could tap the keyboard antipating "the end." I achieved my goal. Where was the enthusiam?
I tried to catch up on a few other ongoing stories or ideas, but soon succumbed to the numbness. My heart wasn't in my writing. I suffered a real case of the blues, and it all came back to the fact that I'd written "the end."
As a reader, I have experienced this before with a book that I loved. I hated to leave the characters behind as if saying good-bye to old friends or family. I have written "the end" on seven novels since I started writing, but this is the first time I feel adrift, sad, let-down.
During my quiet time with the Lord, this morning, God revealed the why. In both writing and reading, we end one book and open another eager to meet new friends, see a new world or even continue the first story if we're reading a series. Yesterday, when I wrote "the end" on my novel, I reached a dead end street with no outlet.
When we reach one of those deadends while driving, we turn around and look for a new direction. This morning, I search my options. I look through my idea list. I glance over old stories that need rewriting. One, in particular, needs a point of view change. Most of all, I pray for God's guidance.
What comes next? Only delving into a new story will chase away my let-down.