I'm happy and relieved that the draft is done, but at the same time I've found myself a little at loose ends these last few days. My energy and interest was flagging a bit at the end of the story—the last two chapters are pretty dreadful, I think, but that's what editing is for. But still, after having been in a regular routine for several months of sitting down at the kitchen table with pen and notebook every weekday morning (more accurately, most weekday mornings) and often in the afternoons, it's an adjustment to have it end suddenly. The very afternoon after I'd written "THE END" at the bottom of the manuscript I was already wandering around the house not quite knowing what to do with myself.
But that'll pass soon enough. After allowing myself a few cozy weekend days of relaxing, reading mysteries, watching basketball...then come the work week I'll be ready to look over my notebooks and decide what and where I'm going to begin editing. I won't be holding myself to nearly as rigid a schedule, though; I need a break from that. That notoriously mad month of March is never conducive to sane scheduling anyway, and I don't think I'm either mad enough or sane enough to attempt it.