just finished a 738 page novel-- one of the hardest in the english language-- i think the author was one of the greatest writers to have ever lived. i have no idea what to do now. in about two weeks i'm gonna be in college again. it is consuming me. i have no idea what to do with this novel in my head now. finishing it should've been this big, life-changing event. i should feel accomplished. many people have tried and given up because it's so hard. i can brag about it. but i feel empty now. i want to write but my head is empty. and all i can write is short stories from the perspective of a suicidal character who i'm not a hundred percent sure isn't just a fictional proxy for myself
maybe you could write 5 or 10 of those just to get it out of your system and then maybe new ideas will start creeping in