When I complete a story, it feels like a weight has lifted off my shoulders. The completion gives me an inner sense of peace and happiness. All of the hours of work that went into the story has finally come to fruition, and now it’s time to take a break.
To varying degrees, it’s probably the same for people that have completed an arduous project or a work of art. They’re proud of the work they created, but they also feel relieved that it’s finished. The work is an embodiment of their skill and creativity–all the hours they’ve put into it. The same is true with completing a story. It’s something to be proud–an embodiment of an author’s craft, style, and ideas.
But for me, the irony with finishing a story is that the feeling of relief doesn’t last very long. In the back of my mind, there is always the next story to write. The backlog of ideas that I’ve stowed away want to come out. They’ve been waiting in line, patiently, and now it’s their turn.
Sometimes when I complete a story, I say to myself: “No more. This is the last one.” Especially if it was a story that involved extensive edits, depleting my energy and will. At that point, I’m ready to throw in the towel. But in a few days, I’ll pick up writing again.
Fallton Havenstonne 