So, after working on my first novel for the past eleven years, I really don’t know what to do with myself now that I’ve finished the first edition and it’s out in the world. I’m having this vague, restless, listless feeling that I don’t really know how to deal with.
I know I have other things I need to be focusing on right now. I have MTE school to finish. I have a house that is in DESPERATE need of a good top-to-bottom reorganization/cleaning. I guess I’m just confused because I thought being done with this novel would feel like more of a relief than it does. I thought I’d feel more celebratory, more ecstatic. Right now, all I feel is deflated.
Maybe I just need to decompress for a while? I know I need to look at what my goals are for the future, now that I’ve accomplished the biggest goal I had set for 2017. I set out for 2017 to be the year I finally let Frost go, and I’m certain I’ve achieved that. So, what do I do now?
If you’re interested in my personal goals, feel free to check out my personal blogs: We’re the Moyes (A Chronicle of My Adventures With My Wonderful Husband, Lake, As We Try To Adult Without A Manual) and Chelsea Moye (Random Commentary & Observations On My Life).
As for my writing goals for 2017, I’m feeling pretty vague on that point right now. Completing and submitting Frost by the deadline I set for myself knocked out three of the biggest goals I had written down in my “Goals” Notebook. (I keep all different kinds of notebooks and journals for various reasons, and I also recently started doing my own, modified not-so-pretty version of bullet journaling.) The only writing goal I currently have is incredibly vague: I want to publish a romance novel before 2017 ends.
I guess it’s a place to start? Anyway, I’m going to make a concerted effort to blog more consistently across all my blogs as a collective. If there’s a day I don’t post here, check the two personal blogs for posts and vice versa.
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