For the last 8 months I've been hard at work on a novel. I've written, done research, or plotted almost every day, and I'm pleased to say that the first draft is done! Hooray! When I typed "The End," on Monday I thought I'd be over the moon, elated, but instead I was, well, not. I felt rudderless, almost as though I was a sailboat that had come untethered. I had no idea what to do with myself. A friend said that I looked wide eyed and panicked.
Half of the problem is that I made myself promise to wait three weeks before starting to edit. Loads of people say to wait longer, but I don't know if I can stand it. I've become used to exerting tons of brain energy on my book, and I don't think it can spend three weeks sitting on my hands. Therefore, I've made a list of things to do to keep me occupied.
1. Make a website. (Check)
2. Start tweeting. (Check)
3. Start a tumblr. (Check)
4. Exercise. (Check)
5. Read the Enchanted Forest Chronicles (Check), Harry Potter 1 & 2, Delancey (Check), and the Outlander series (re-read in preparation for the new book).
6. Cook elaborate meals. (Coq au Vin, short ribs, vermicelli...)
7. Draft queries. (Check)
8. Create excel document with agents to query. (Check)
That ought to keep me going for a week or two.