Ugh, I've spent the past three days bedridden with a blend of a cold and depression that set in after completing the latest draft of my latest novel. In all honesty, I feel that the cold may have been a psychosomatic excuse to avoid the world while I processed the emotions that were brought up during the scribing of this partially autobiographic tale.

Fortunately, I've been through this enough to know that this depression is just part of the decompression stage of writing long format fiction. After all, I spent an entire month bouncing in and out of a fictional world where I had one hundred percent control over my surrounds only to return to a world where I barely have any say at all.

Not only that but in this fictional world, I was able to reunite with old friends as I revisited old times in order to find the skeletons to build my fictional world upon. Now that I'm done with my writing, I'm still revisiting those old days thanks to the primer pump of memories only I no longer have an outlet to work through any issues which might be why I resort to dreams.

I've don't more sleeping and dreaming over the past three days than I've done over the past three months combined especially when you consider that I finish the second draft two of a completely different novel literally a day before I started this new one, leading to twice as much thought to process. 

Though I feel these sleep filled days were a bit wasteful, I now feel like I have more energy that I've had in quite a while, both physically and mentally, thanks to this much-needed rest. Today is going to be a fun one. Aside from all of my regular task, I plan to design a rough draft book cover for the novel that I plan to share on New Year's Day. This will be a nice way for me to ease back in for draft number three which will be more of a polishing draft.

We'll see what I end up getting to and as always, I'll check in tomorrow with an update as to what I managed to get into. Until then, it's now time to say good day and good luck to you and all of your projects.

Talk to you soon.

Sincerely,

The Wicker Breaker