Trees died for me

[pbray]

After completing a book I experience a period of euphoria ("Yay, it's done!") which is almost immediately followed by book-hate. With zero emotional distance from the project, each flaw looms large in my mind's eye, and I am filled with self-loathing.

Therefore I'm surprised to find large chunks of the manuscript don't suck. There are parts that I really like, and whole sections that are competently written. Not sure if I'm passing through the post-novel stages more quickly than usual, or if this is the cumulative effect of sleep deprivation.

In other news, the bike trip is rapidly approaching and I need to get ready, so don't be surprised when I disappear from LJ for a while. When I get back later this month, I'll hopefully be recharged, and will have an entirely new project to begin talking about.

Comments

[libwitch.livejournal.com]

I need to read your new book but SOMEONE *glares at folks on mutal friends list* bought out all our copies. But I am also looking forward to your super secret new project *squee*

[pbray.livejournal.com]

*glares at friends*

And I have a brand new, never-written-in notebook to take along the trip so I can make notes on the super secret new project.

[libwitch.livejournal.com]

The brand new notebook is key, you know. that and plenty of writing utensils. Blood just gets messy and too much distracts from clear thinking and bike riding.