I feel like I should have something momentous to say,
How can you have anything left to say? I know that strange vacant feeling when the last sentence has been set down, closing a long work. It is as though some vital organ had suddenly taken it upon itself to vanish, just disappear without a goodbye or a word's warning. You will find yourself, I think, reaching for the thing which was there and feeling bereft until another hatchling comes along to start to fill the hollow. For now, you may find it helpful to rest and let your disciplined mind drift over the landscape of your thoughts. Soon enough, the demanding voice will be shouting in your writer's ear and you will be longing for a holiday.
I am looking forward to reading this conclusion tomorrow when my critic's eye and brain are fresh and prepared to do justice to the ending of your opus. Now, go cuddle some kittens. ;)
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How can you have anything left to say? I know that strange vacant feeling when the last sentence has been set down, closing a long work. It is as though some vital organ had suddenly taken it upon itself to vanish, just disappear without a goodbye or a word's warning. You will find yourself, I think, reaching for the thing which was there and feeling bereft until another hatchling comes along to start to fill the hollow. For now, you may find it helpful to rest and let your disciplined mind drift over the landscape of your thoughts. Soon enough, the demanding voice will be shouting in your writer's ear and you will be longing for a holiday.
I am looking forward to reading this conclusion tomorrow when my critic's eye and brain are fresh and prepared to do justice to the ending of your opus. Now, go cuddle some kittens. ;)