IN LIMBO
                     By
                     Deborah M.  Piccurelli
                      
                                 I’ve  recently completed a manuscript for a novel I’d been working on for a few  years. It’s never taken me so long to write a book before, and I feel like I’ve  been living in the world of that story all the while. Now that it’s finished, I  feel like I’m drifting in outer space with nothing to hold onto, unable to  touch my feet down onto a secure surface.
                                 I have  begun work on the next book, but it’s only in its early stages. That world has  not yet become a part of me. Yes, I have my real life to live, but as a writer,  I need that other world, too. Otherwise, I am in limbo. Why this is, I don’t  know. Perhaps it helps me to deal with the stresses of my everyday life; a  creative outlet. I suppose this is similar to someone watching a movie for  relaxation, or reading a book, or listening to music.
                                 So why this  feeling of detachment? I wonder if every writer feels this way at one time, or  another. If you are an author reading this, and you experience anything close  to what I’m describing, please write and let me know. Maybe you’ll have an  answer. In the meantime, I’ll continue working on my next project, creating for  myself a place where I am in control. Yes, there will be tragedy and conflict  in that place, but there will always be a happy ending.