There and Back Again: The Story of a College Student

This extended break that I have taken is a hallmark of my journal/diary. I often don't remember to write for months. But I am back and, this time, am here to stay. Why? I am in the countdown to graduation. A very late last night enabled me to finish the rough draft of my senior thesis. But that brings me to the point I wish to make today. Point, or rather observation, I suppose.
Late on Friday night I finished the creative portion of my thesis which consists of a sci-fi, time travel story. From the first, I planned to kill a character and I followed through with it, but I found myself oddly moved afterward. I guess I can now sympathize with writers who cry after killing a character. But, what I found to be more curious than this, was how emotionally drained I felt after I finished the last word.
To contrast, last night after I finished the critical and thoroughly non-fiction introduction I felt only elated and hyper. But Friday night I felt jubilant but sad and completely unable to write another word or focus on another writing project. Perhaps now I can understand how and why writers continue to write. It's almost as if you're high on drugs except the thrill comes from seeing word follow word. I am very bad about actually finishing pieces. I start many but finish few. I resolve from this point on to work harder to finish stories. Because, like a junkie, I want to feel that feeling again, the rush of a story climaxing and coming to a close.

Until next time.