such are the natural processes of life

There’s something bittersweet about finishing an exceptional story or novel.  For one, this feeling of discovery and this sense of newness won’t come around again, not with this story.  For another, this story or novel is complete, the characters departed, the adventure come to an end.  And, for a third, the question niggles at the back of the mind, “Will I ever even come close to being able to write something as exceptional?”

It takes a few minutes, sometimes a few hours, sometimes an entire night of restless dreams, for the feeling to pass.  And, then, all there’s to do is hunt out another story or pick up the pen and resume writing again.