drained

so last night i finished my novel for nanowrimo at 63,500 words, 264 pages. and all in 16 days. this is the fifth and last book in a ya series that i've been working on for a year now [with only a couple breaks to work on other projects] and i find myself exhausted. granted, there is a certain elation in finishing a novel, but the more i write the more it takes out of me each time. there are fleeting thoughts that maybe this is the last one, that maybe it's just not in me to do it anymore. and i think that's fair after 22 novels. i mean, how many writers actually make it this far? but this is just a season. soon enough that itch will find me, and creativity will overwhelm me once more, and i'll pull out my macbook, open a word document, and go to file, new with more fervency than i can contemplate right now. because when you are a writer like i am a writer, there is no choice in it. you will write. but sometimes a few weeks off isn't a bad idea either...