Coldwarrior12
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I’m about to finish a long-running story, with the final chapter and epilogue coming up, and I realized I’m feeling something I didn’t really expect.
It doesn’t feel like “I’m done” or “on to the next thing.”
It feels… strange. Heavy. Quiet. Almost unreal.
I’ve spent so long living with these characters, this world, and this routine of writing, that reaching the end feels like stepping out of a place I’ve been inhabiting for a long time. It’s not sadness exactly, and not relief either. Just something very unfamiliar.
I’m curious how other writers here experienced finishing a story:
Did it feel like closure? Loss? Relief? Emptiness? Pride?
Did it hit you immediately, or only after some time passed?
I’d really love to hear how it was for you.
It doesn’t feel like “I’m done” or “on to the next thing.”
It feels… strange. Heavy. Quiet. Almost unreal.
I’ve spent so long living with these characters, this world, and this routine of writing, that reaching the end feels like stepping out of a place I’ve been inhabiting for a long time. It’s not sadness exactly, and not relief either. Just something very unfamiliar.
I’m curious how other writers here experienced finishing a story:
Did it feel like closure? Loss? Relief? Emptiness? Pride?
Did it hit you immediately, or only after some time passed?
I’d really love to hear how it was for you.