On a summer day just after finishing up a long-term project, it’s hard to think of anything substantive to say.
The final push to the deadline is an intense and exhausting thing, but one of the blessings it brings with it is a tightening of focus — stuff that isn’t The Book recedes from the forefront of your awareness so you can concentrate on the project at hand. Then you’re done, and as soon as the immediate post-finish adrenaline high subsides, everything else comes rushing back in.
I find that I’m usually in puppet-with-cut-strings mode for at least twenty-four hours after a deadline push. At such times, I’m grateful for the slow cooker in the kitchen, which lets me put dinner together in the cool of the morning while I’m still as lively as I’m going to get under the circumstances. Slow cookers make great writer tools.
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