At seven years old, the concept of anticlimax is difficult to understand. For that matter, although I know I will feel this way every year, the day after Christmas still hits me like a ton of bricks. And, it is not unlike the feelings I have after completing a novel.
What happens now? I think. At first there is a sense of something missing, like immediately after hiccups go away. The story has ended, but the characters live on in my brain and it feels disloyal to leave them behind. At the same time there is, of course, a sense of relief and accomplishment at having completed the whole story. Even after three books, as I write I still question whether I will be able to finish whatever creative process I am working on.
And.... just like with creative writing, the day after Christmas is all about the clean up. I put my house back together, find places for all the new toys and yummy treats and create beauty out of the chaos. Although this is a completely different process than the magic of Christmas day or the magic of story development.... it is just as fulfilling. I love that period of writing when I get to go back into the story and put it in order. For a while it is even uglier than when I started.... like clearing out a tupperware closet before stacking it all back together again in perfect columns. But WOW.... when the words get moved and the sentances transformed I am awestruck by the beauty of structure; the solidity of something that was once pieces becoming whole.
My house, doesn't quite look like that yet, I will admit. And rather than jump into it, I am off to go bowling... most importantly, my daughter unfortunately hasn't discovered the sense of power that comes from editing (aka, cleaning up). But... there is still time. For today we can just live in that space between creation and completion.