–with Black Blossom. I finished the draft tonight, which is hovering around 475 pages.
I wish I could describe the feeling I get when I finish a book as triumphant or celebratory. But it reminds me far more of how I felt after labor. A profound sense of hollowness, as if something has been carved out of me, and I no longer know how to find my balance without it.
Now I will sit quietly with the ending, and let the stillness be. And pray, as usual, that I did it justice.
Mirrored from MCAH Online.