There is nothing quite like finishing a story. The first finish, I mean; the one where you write the last sentence and say, “Okay, I can call it a story now.” Oh, you know there is work ahead; many drafts later, you will have forgotten this wonderful moment of waiting beside the printer as it shimmies out your story. But the peace in this minute is probably my favourite part of writing.
A moment of silence, please. Ahhhhhhh.
Then, like the new car that depreciates as soon as you drive off the lot… well, let’s not go there just yet. Let’s breathe in the leather interior. Let’s feel those heated seats.
The hail stones about to fall? Never mind.