BALD EAGLE IN FLIGHT
Last week, I made an appointment with Dr. Google. She told me that I may have something called, “Finishing-a-Novel-Syndrome,” and that almost all writers have to deal with it.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I don’t feel a sense of accomplishment at finishing a full draft of my novel. I do, but my god, it comes with a mixed bag of emotions. Now I know why so many writers in the past have gone haywire after completing a novel. You live in the novel and then you leave this fictional world with all its emotions and adventures. A relationship is suddenly over and it will never be the same again. Sadness, not joy is what many writers experience and it has little to do with whether or not the novel will be published.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I don’t feel a sense of accomplishment at finishing a full draft of my novel. I do, but my god, it comes with a mixed bag of emotions. Now I know why so many writers in the past have gone haywire after completing a novel. You live in the novel and then you leave this fictional world with all its emotions and adventures. A relationship is suddenly over and it will never be the same again. Sadness, not joy is what many writers experience and it has little to do with whether or not the novel will be published.
SEARCHING
One of my reactions, besides sadness, was the energy! Boy, did I have energy, and it needed to be used up and so I manically cycled and hiked and fidgeted and generally kept Sue’s and Buster’s heads whirling. Sitting in a restaurant and making calm and pleasant conversation was difficult. My mind firing off creative this and thats and with no rhyme nor reason.
THE NEW FRONTIER
On Monday, a friend and I hiked on the Red Island trail. It leads to a beach. Here we built a fire. We watched the birds, the waves as the tide went out, and the last minutes of a rainbow as its muted colours diffused into the mist after a rain storm had dropped its moisture over a distant mountain. I took photos. My friend sketched. I would’ve sketched, but I can’t get my stick figures to look like anything discernible.
BUILDING A FIRE ON THE BEACH
I’d had a hankering to be by the ocean, and so there I sat… on a beach with miles and miles and miles of uninhabited rock- strewn solitude, while the tide receded and bared the backs of black rocky sea creatures.
DIFFUSED RAINBOW COLOURS
This weekend I hiked to McNaughton Falls. Ah, the power of water and nature. So healing!
When the waters run dry in one place, the tide fills in another patch.
Thus sayeth Larry.
When the waters run dry in one place, the tide fills in another patch.
Thus sayeth Larry.
MCNAUGHTON FALLS
