Finishing

My story idea is finished, and instead of being relieved, happy, satisfied, whatever, I feel melancholy. I have been having labor pains since January, so to speak, and the inevitable conclusion seems bittersweet. I have had quite the learning curve and I realize that yes, I want to continue to write. Just like with people when one never forgets her first love, I will never forget this first effort, and I saw it to a kind of completion. This old dog still can hunt.