Two weeks ago, I was just trying to figure out which of the numerous endings I had written should I stick on the end of the first draft of my first novel. I was happy to be wrapping up that first foray into novel writing.
Now I can't get enough of it.
I haven't written on anything that big for a few weeks, and it has me wringing my hands, not waiting to start another novel. It's like crack - or what I've heard crack to be like - ultra-addictive. But I'm waiting to check out the first draft and go through another edit for a few weeks.
And I still have to wait for a few more days before starting on another novel. I'm participating in National Novel Writing Month for the first time, so I can't start going on the next novel until Nov. 1.
As much as I like writing short fiction, I really, really can't wait to start going on another big project again. But for now, I'm stuck. I am relegated to poking out my hokey short stories and working on set-up stuff like outlines and such for the next novel.
Now that the first one is wrapped up (except for edits, of course), I can't wait to start the next one.