The exhilaration at the end of each writing project is an intense compilation of relief, pride, and excitement. Of course, a new anxiety of revisions quickly begins to take form. But I ignore it for a bit. Instead, I take a moment (sometimes a few more) to bask in the accomplishment. As most of you know, it's quite a feat to type THE END.
So why do I stress the @$%^& out of myself at each starting line? It's almost unbearable, at least for me. So much so that often I lollygag for days, weeks, and even a month before I hunker down and engross my attention into my next manuscript. Sometimes longer, which makes me question myself, my abilities, and my verve for writing successes.
The anxiety doesn't seem to have a specific focus either. It doesn't matter how long I anticipate the manuscript to be or even the topic and theme of the story. My young adult work obviously runs longer than my picture book work, but both flip me out equally. It's almost like the dread that used to practically paralyze me before the start of every school year.
Do I see anyone raising their hands in agreement? OR am I just weird?