For the first time since I finished writing Elevated, I've done some new writing today. I'm working on a story putatively called The First Saturnalia, which spells out a lot of the details of how New Rome got its start. I've been sort of coy with the details because the founding has such a different tone than the events in Elevated. I hope I telegraphed well enough the nature of Briannus Metallicus and Caesar Mauritius's "genius" and why they were able to alter history so much, but maybe I was too subtle.
I've always found that finishing a novel as a writer is a little bit devastating. It's like ending a relationship or losing a friend. All of a sudden, something that took up a big portion of your days is gone and you're left scrambling to find something to fill those hours. New stories you're just not as invested in don't give the same high that drawing a well-written story to a satisfying conclusion does. It's hard to get back into the rhythm of it.
On top of that, I've had a professional interruption, which means that the other thing that took up big chunks of my day has been missing. Between the two, I've been a bit adrift for the last two weeks, but writing felt pretty good today.
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