As has happened four times before, I’ve got the blues. Finishing my fifth novel, I should be feeling a sense of achievement, though that was dulled by weeks of irksome editing, followed by five weeks of querying literary agents.
It’s not just those frustrating processes which caused my malaise, as I found an article that shows these blues have descended on writers throughout history.
I’ve got what is called postwritum depression.
Have any of you suffered from this condition?
Now, where did I put my guitar and harmonica? I feel a song coming on….