Like Lynn and CC, when I finish a story, I feel as though I don't want to write ever again, even though I may have an idea or two on my hard drive. I spend so much time trying to get it just right, that I feel written out. But in a few months, I'm ready to go again. This year though, RL has interfered with a bang, and the story I've been trying to finish may have to wait till next year.
I'll eventually stop when the characters and situations don't challenge me anymore. A few days ago my husband, in a disbelieving tone, asked me if I was going to do this for the rest of my life. This from a man whose idea of a perfect way to spend his time is to stand hip deep in swirling waater in rain and wind to catch a steelhead and throw it back. After 44 years of marriage, he still hasn't learned that a remark like that is guaranteed to keep me going for another year or two.
Jude
