I recently got a congrats for finishing a story of mine. My friend told me he was jealous because finishing a story is the best feeling.
I had to admit, I wouldn’t have thought that.
Don’t get me wrong–completing a writing project is amazing and a comes with a serious sense of accomplishment. But there is something about it that sort of makes me sad at the same time. Yes, it’s done, but that means it’s DONE. As in I don’t get to create any more on it. And writing a sequel or a series isn’t quite the same thing. That specific journey for the character is over.
I guess I feel that way sometimes when I read really good books, too, and am sad when they come to an end.
Anyone else get that feeling?