I finished the first draft of my novel. I had this super nerd goal of finishing it by New Year's. Actually, it's not that nerdy of a goal because I didn't make the first goal of finishing it for my writing conference in November. Anyway, I pulled it off this time and typed the last page at 10:45 pm on Dec. 31st.
I haven't done any writing since then. My mom came to visit, we went on vacation, and baby had a birthday. But then there's the other reason: I'm not sure what comes next.
I could revise book #1, which actually needs more rewriting than revising. I could revise book #2. I could start book #3, which I'm actually pretty excited about. I could write outlines for books 4,5, and so on. Plus I could query magazines. I prefer to write fiction, but articles validate my self-esteem and my bank account while I'm waiting to hit the big time.
I have a lot of unanswered questions right now. How much can I realistically accomplish with three wall-climbing children (oh yes, the baby walks)? Which projects are most important right now and over the long term? And do I really need sleep?