The day after I finish a big series of posts is always weird. I’ll have been writing for days, weeks, or even a month or more about a particular subject. It will have been in my thoughts and in my subconscious, I’ll have woken up in the mornings knowing roughly what I’m going to say and looking forward to writing it, and then the series finishes and….. Nada. It’s not as though I don’t think of other stuff I could write while I’m writing a series. I do, and right now I have various ideas for what I can write next. The problem is the brain isn’t quite ready.
I was talking to another friend about this yesterday; she finished writing a book not so long ago and spoke about how it’s taking a while to remould her being to another project. We compared it to the feeling you get when you jump off a trampoline, when you’re expecting a bounce which suddenly isn’t there, or maybe the feeling you have when you get off a boat and it feels as though the ground is still moving. It takes time for you to catch up with the fact that things have changed (I wrote about this a while back in a series of posts entitled Force of Habit and tagged Change). That’s where I am at the moment. I’ve finished writing about Terry Pratchett, but I’m not quite ready to go on to something else. I will, but I’m not quite there yet.
So there will be something else tomorrow. But for today, I’ll just stand here for a bit, rocking gently and thinking “Is the ground really moving, or is this me?” while my brain takes a little break to work out what’s going on.