a feeling of happiness, confidence, or well-being sometimes exaggerated in pathological states as mania.
I finished the current manuscript!
As I write this, I am comatose. Within 24 hours, I will be euphoric. Somebody famous once said that while writing’s usually not fun (there’s that whole opening-a-vein stuff), nothing feels so good as having written. And nothing feels so good as having finished a book. Add in ahead of deadline, and you’ve got a real case of happy feet.
Now it’s time to relax . . . for a little bit. To let my brain refill with words. To switch gears from those characters and their happily-ever-after to the next set of characters and their own HEA. To do enough mundane stuff like house work and yard work to remind myself that I’m a much better writer than I am a housekeeper or yard girl.
I’m going to enjoy the heck out of the euphoria while it lasts, because it’ll take me at least three months to get back to it again.