Post Book Depression. Is there such a thing? Who knows, but I’ve got it.
I googled “Post Book Depression” just to see, and there are folks out there who have already coined the term for when you don’t want a book you’re reading to end, a book that haunts you for days and weeks afterwards. Well, apparently, Post Book Depression hits those of us who write books too. Even more so, I’d venture to say.
Days after finishing revisions for Baby Grand, I didn’t know what to do with myself — and, trust me, with Christmas less than two weeks away, I had plenty to do. I’d get up at 4 a.m. and just lie there in bed. Didn’t even feel like eating — now you know something is up. The malaise has subsided a bit now, but I still feel a tremendous loss, my mind wandering to upstate New York, the setting for Baby Grand, thinking about what’s going on now. I wonder if it’s because I’m planning a sequel, so there’s still more to say. Or is that just the way it is after every book? I wouldn’t know, since this is my first.
C’mon writers, chime in. Do you feel my pain?