I always feel at loose ends after I finish a book. I’m doing the mental equivalent of twiddling my thumbs, wondering what to do next. The obvious answer is keep writing, but after three and a half months of near-daily work on the same story, I feel like I’m grasping at fog when it comes to writing anything else. An equally good answer is keep reading. Right now I’m regretting that I don’t keep a “to read” list handy.
The other issue I now have to deal with is looking for an agent. It’s not an immediate concern, since neither of my books is ready for public consumption, but eventually I’m going to have to sort through the massive haystack that is the Writer’s Market for someone who’ll improve my chances of getting published. The market is shrinking, and so are opportunities for new writers.
