waking from my writing coma

So I’ve just finished a draft (final?) of something and the feeling is always like finally arriving at your hotel after an incredibly long, grueling, farcical series of misadventures.

It’s over. It’s done. You’re not dreaming.

There’s a tired, weighted sigh of relief… the feeling that holy-shit-I-really-need-a-drink

But what to do now?! (Besides opening the mini-bar, obvs.) The possibilities are overwhelming in their lack of limitations.

And hence: hours of vacant (drunken) staring. Then the abyss stares  back.

It’s kinda like time travel. Or like waking up from a coma.

You try to get in touch with people who have likely forgot you existed. (Hi, guys!)

Maybe, just maybe, you start blogging again.

 

Author: Ashleigh Rajala

Ashleigh Rajala is an award-winning writer whose work has appeared in numerous journals, both online and in print. Past incarnations of hers include filmmaker, zinester, bookseller, bureaucrat, wayward traveller and commune-dweller. She lives with her husband and an extraordinarily fluffy cat in Surrey BC, on the unceded traditional territory of the Coast Salish peoples.

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