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Well, I’ve taken a few days off. The first day was that delicious adrenaline rush of finishing the book, and for a change not being exhausted. It felt good. Then the next day arrived, the adrenaline rush receded and I hit my moody phase. I do this after every book. Jon and Darla know this and anticipate it. It always seems to catch me by surprise. The only thing that can sort of keep it at bay is to sit down the next day and start the next book. Exhausting, but it keeps the moody blues at bay. Though Jon informs me that when I have to start the next book the very next day with no break (which I’ve had to do from time to time with deadlines) that I’m not moody, I’m cranky. Sorry about that, Jon. I guess moody isn’t so bad, after all. The mood goes something like this; manic with joy and energy, then depressed, weepy, and indifferent. I cycle through those over and over during at least a twenty-four hour period. At least I realize I do it now, so I’ll wander into Darla’s office, bug her for a few minutes sighing, then leave with the parting words of, “Now that I’ve interrupted you, I’ll go interrupt Jon.” She smiles and lets me go like a gloomy little cloud from room to room. The idea this time was that if I gave myself permission to play I might avoid the adrenalin dump. Nope. Apparently, it is just part of the process for me as a writer.
Today I’ll start the editing on MISTRAL’S KISS. Begin to finish up the editing on the short story collection, STRANGE CANDY, that’s coming out in the fall. Let’s see, there was something else, what was it? Well, truthfully, I won’t get both of those writing tasks done today, so I guess sufficient unto the day.