On Saturday 3oth November I became a winner. Yes, I know what you’re thinking: But Freya you’ve always been a winner. And while of course this is 100% true as I find myself waltzing through life with wades of people cheering and clapping every breath I take, it has never been official until NaNo.
People ACTUALLY cheered me through my computer screen. And it was wonderful to have finished, to have completed such a big and promising project. And I knew I had to stop. My twitching eye told me that. Plus, I need ‘distance’ from it before I begin editing (so they tell me). But MAN I am finding it hard. Why did no one warn me that I would miss it this much?
It’s been three days since I stopped writing. Yes, three! I read an entire book in that time and loved it, but I’m also coming down with some sort of NaNo-induced sickness, where my body has said ‘enough, time to rest.’ But I still have this sort of sadness. This itch to get back into the novel. And it calls to me. It kept me up until 5am yesterday, along with the random hot flushes of illness. But I’m desperate to dive into it. Nothing else tempts me. Not a short story or a flash fiction. Or a new novel all together. No, I want this one. I don’t want to let it go. I can’t wait to go and fix it up and polish it smooth.
I’m going to miss the mad adventure of November. I loved every minute of it. And maybe I feel a bit sad about that too.
Any tips on how to cope with the aftermath of NaNo?