It is so strange to finish a story or a lengthy piece of writing. It is, on the one hand, very gratifying. Out of an idea, a tale has been formed, characters brought to life on the page, a small world created!
On the other hand, there is the pressure of the next idea, the next cast of characters, the next piece! And with this pressure come the questions:
Will it be good?
Will it be better than anything I've written previously?
If it's not, does it matter terribly?
If it is, how big of a project is it going to be, and will I have the stamina to see it through?
And the worries: Worry that inspiration will dry up, worry that I've said all I can say... And I know that none of those worries are true. If inspiration doesn't strike, I will carry on writing until it does!
I wonder at various painters, writers, and musicians, prior to their respective masterpieces, if they had the same doubts and worries...
In between projects, a bit at loose ends, and sharing some of my inner dialog. (Which, I suspect is common to nearly every artist, regardless of creative medium).
