There is a wonderful feeling after you publish the last book in a long series. It lasts about two and a half minutes. Then there is a terrible feeling that feels like it will stretch into eternity. A giant gaping void where the Big Project used to exist. There was always something new that needed doing. Another book to edit, another set of proofs to study, covers to design, back of book material to compose... A million problems to solve and decisions to make. The list seemed endless and all-consuming. And then suddenly I finished everything. Nothing left to fix. Nothing left to work on. Just that all-elusive glow of completion which feels like a brief ray of sunshine followed by dark, ominous clouds of Now What...
The four books of The Griffin Series are published. Now I must start The Next Big Thing. It's tough to start from scratch. It's daunting, scary, and bewildering. Must roll up sleeves and begin. Or maybe after I have one more glass of wine...
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