Finally.
I did my weekly post at the Midnight Hour. It’s about synchronicity, and how it helps a writer out sometimes.
Yesterday, after finishing the fifth Valentine book (and let me tell you, that’s a rubber-kneed feeling, to finish a five-book series) I felt drained. I still do. I want to do nothing more than lie on the floor and drool. Finishing a book is a rubber-band snap, but a whole series…all that creative energy, plunging toward the finish line, now it’s done and the horses still want to run a bit, though there’s nowhere to go. It takes some hauling on the reins to slow them down and bring them back to the stable.
Those horses want to run. They’re built for it, trained for it, fed and exercised for it, and when they run it feels so good–like they’re doing what they’re designed to. It’s hard to pull them back in and keep them from running their hearts out. They will, you know. Until they burst.
That wouldn’t be good for anyone. So here’s to hauling on the reins and whispering those horses back into the barn for some mash and a good rubdown.
There will be another race.
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