Several weeks ago, I sent two projects to the printer for pick up later. One project, my first novel, had taken almost two months to rewrite from start to finish. The second project was the memoir I’d been ghost writing for almost eighteen months. After work, I went to the printer to pick them up and was handed a large box of more than six hundred pages — six hundred pages that equaled countless hours of interviews, research, writing group critiquing and plain hard work at the keyboard.
I put the pages in manuscript boxes, took the boxes to the post office and mailed them to my agent. Then I went back to work.
It felt a bit anticlimactic.
I did make a post to my Facebook page, and I emailed a couple friends. “I’m Finished!” the emails said. Aside from that, I didn’t much talk about it, didn’t celebrate it, didn’t even feel much like I’d accomplished something significant. I’d put the finishing touches on two books. I’d sent two books to my agent. Now, all I had to do was wait to see if she could sell them.
Still, weeks later, I’m feeling a bit alarmed at my lack of reaction.
How do you feel when you’ve finished a project? What do you do to mark that completion?