Whenever I finish writing a story, it feels like a tremendous weight off my shoulders. I can finally relax, take the week off, and let my mind wander instead of mulling over every detail of each chapter and scene from the story.
But this break tends to be short-lived.
My mind will return to the story as if it misses the challenge and creativity that comes with working on one. It misses the art of piecing together scenes and ideas, of breathing life into characters. In essence, it misses working on a project that involves so much thought, planning, and artistry, that it will soon get bored of the vacation its on.
When enough time passes, we might put the story behind us, but we won’t forget the feeling that comes with finishing it–the sense of accomplishment we had after it was done. Eventually, we’ll have return to that story to edit it, or else, we’ll start working on a new one. In this way, finishing a story is just the beginning of another–waiting to be written.
