P Day is tomorrow. Just ONE more days and Being Human will be available to the world. Just thinking about it has me feeling excited, nervous, terrified, overjoyed.
I am feeling utterly lost. Tommy's story is done, waiting for me to hit publish, to accept my proof on CreateSpace, to let it free. Those facts just make me feel lost. While I may not have spent years on one story like others, I have put a good chunk of time into it. I've stayed up late, writing on it, put off doing house chores to edit, doused some anxiety over critiques in alcoho (FYI, I'm a lightweight. lol) l and now it's over. Finished. The end. It makes me kind of sad.
Like a roller coaster ride, it felt like it was over too soon. I don't want to get off, I want to go another round. But I know I can't. I have to move on to the next story, finish a first draft, start looking through critiques and suggestions. I have plans for other stories, ones I want to publish as well.
Maybe what scares me most is going through it again. I know I have to get back into the red ink trenches, ride the waves of emotions as I read a trusted friend's opinion. I have to get another cover made, format again, proof the paperback. All that with the same end results as Being Human: publication and that lost feeling of now what?
Can I go through all that again? Do I want to? Oh hell yes. I've already sent a story out to betas and am in the process of rewriting a short before sending that out. I have some first drafts to finish, my thoughts constantly drift to cover art and what Keary could do for the next story. I know formatting won't be such a pain anymore since I know what to do now. I want to do it all, but maybe I need to pause a moment. Take a small moment to let it sink in that one story's journey is done and the next must start.
And it's really not the end for Being Human. Now I get to see how well it sells, if people like it, read reviews. There will still be stuff to do, but the main bulk of work is done. Tommy can rest for a while (or at least until Drew starts talking to me again.) Hopefully, now that I've gotten all this out, faced that feeling of loss, figured it out, I'll find the energy to get back to work.
That is if the allergy medicine I'm taking right now doesn't put me to sleep. *headdesk*