Now What?
An odd side effect of my single-minded devotion to finishing my book above all else is that now that it’s done, I have no idea what to do with myself. I have all this free time, and no idea how to spend it. I haven’t been to the movies in months, haven’t spent a weekend outside my apartment in ages, haven’t had time for reading or TV or anything, but yet now when I can do any and all of those things, I just feel… meh.
Frankly, all I want to do is work on the book. There isn’t even anything to work on (except one niggling little flaw I thought of the other day and am trying to ignore), but I want to sit and read it like a real book and see how it works.
But can I do that? I don’t know. The minute I start reading it, I am afraid I will start tinkering again.
I have other projects I have been putting off, installing the wifi card on my laptop, installing the wall coat rack we just bought, fixing various broken things around the house, etc. But none of those hold much interest for me right now. My head is in the Painted Man’s world, and I can’t pull it out. It’s like that moment after really amazing sex, when you’ve both just come and the act is over, but neither of you is ready or willing to separate. You just hold each other tightly and wait for things to slip out naturally.
I’m sure the world of the Core will slip out of my mind in a few days. In the meantime, though, I am out of sorts and listless.
Meh.