Not to belittle those who actually suffer from post-partum depression, but I think I can relate. My second manuscript was just submitted, and although I should feel elated, I can’t help but feel … empty. It’s odd.
Writing this particular one was emotional, to say the least, and now, when it’s about to be exposed to the world, I’m not entirely sure that I’m ready.
It doesn’t matter to me if readers, critics, friends and family like it. The story had to be told. And I told it. My way. I needed to get it out of my system, and yet, now that it is, I’m not entirely sure that I’m ready.
Oh, well. La-de-dah, life goes on. Onward and upward, let’s finish the sequel!
Causes Anne Harper Supports
Doctors without Borders. SPCA. American Cancer Society.