I've recently completed a novel and am in the process of doing a final edit. I loved writing this book and I spent the last six months living and breathing along side of each and every character. Now I I have to remind myself to focus on the job at hand--editing to obtain the final product.
It's hard to concentrate. I don't want to edit. I know how this story ends and I am excited to begin my next great adventure. More and more often I find myself daydreaming about the next book. I've imagined all types of scenarios that I could put down on paper. Their draw is seductive and before I realize what is happening, I am heading down the road chasing my hero and heroine as their drama unfolds. These lapses into pleasant daydreams are not productive but they do mark an important milestone in the journey of writing a novel. One adventure is about to end and another will soon begin.
I have made a firm commitment to finish the editing by the next chapter meeting and send it out to agents. In the mean time, I will try to make a mental note of every idea that pops in my head as material for the next book.
I knew that the "itch" to get started again was out of control when I was eating my peanut butter and jelly sandwich, while watching an excerpt from the Westminster Dog Show and wondering how I could incorporate Skippy and Stump as two of my characters in my next story.