All Dressed Up and Nothing to Write

NaNo 2012 is over.  Not in the sense that, “It’s over when I say it’s over!”, but in the sense that about ten PM last night, I typed “The End” at the bottom of the last chapter of my novel, and that was that.  Everything that’s been said is said, and it’s time to move on.

The novel is finished, there’s no more writing to do . . . and I’m feeling a little lost at the moment.

When I started the chapter last night, I was feeling a touch weepy.  It wasn’t that I had written some heartfelt prose about my characters that left me an emotional shell–no, nothing like that at all.  It was more the realization that I’d come to the end of the story, and I had maybe a couple of thousand words to write, and there was nothing more after that.

After finishing the chapter, and the novel, I felt pretty good.  It’s always a good feeling when you finish writing seventy thousand words into the computer, and there’s a bit of a rush that hits you like a soft breeze on a warm spring days.  It’s a good feeling, and you close your eyes and take in the wonder that is life–

But come the next day–which, if you’re reading this, is now–you start thinking about what’s coming next.  You have editing ahead of you.  You start having thoughts about if you’re going to send your story to a publisher for consideration, or if you’re going to try and self publishing–with each having their own particular issues one needs to hurdle.

But the biggest one comes–well, it comes about now . . .

What’s next, Sunshine?

I have an idea for a story brewing; hell, I have a few ideas brewing.  There are a couple of things that are pulling me towards writing–but there are also a few things that I want to finish up before moving on to something new.  I mean, it’s great to have a slush pile, but as we know in Northwest Indiana come winter, you gotta clear that slush, or you’re gonna track it into the house.  And right now I have maybe three projects I should get out and get published, but to do that I have to set aside time from writing new material . . .

It’s one or the other, kids.  You gotta do the work, you know?

Doesn’t mean I can’t do other things like prep work while I’m editing a story, or getting it ready for publication.  But I have realized that I need to keep at this game, because as much as I feel like I may be spinning my wheels, I also feel that I’m gaining ground.  This isn’t something I’m doing for a hobby, it’s something that I’m working towards as a career.  Doing it as a hobby is fine, but why not do it for a living?  There are worse jobs, right?  Yep, there are, because I’ve worked them.

It’s never a question of what you’re doing, it’s what’s next?  What do you want to do?  What are you going to work on?  Keep it going, baby, ’cause someone just might be waiting for that story you got bouncing about in the back of your brain–

Only they don’t know it.

Yet.