At 7:47pm I typed the very last word of my latest WIP Inside Out. I thought I'd feel a sense of relief knowing that the MS was finally complete and now just needed to be fine-tuned. Funny, I feel kind of depressed . . almost lonely. I'm not looking forward to leaving these set of characters behind as I hack out another imaginary life.
Is it just me or do my writer friends also feel a bit sad when they have to close the book on a set of characters you know as intimately as yourself?