Where do we go from here?

I’m still a little lost. I’ll freely admit this. I’ll explain why.

Before I go to bed at night I make a list of things I want to do the next day. I nearly always manage to cross every item off from that day so I usually have to write a completely new one. Before Tuesday, if I was struggling to think of something to put on my daily to-do list I’d put on to write a certain amount of Darkling Watch (my NaNo novel if you haven’t been following). Now that I’ve finished though I have no novel writing to put on.

There’s several things that I’ve replaced it with though. I’ve been working on several web-comics while I let DW stew. I’ve been drawing, I’ve been plotting and I’ve been researching for character designs. It’s taken a while but I’ve finally settled on an art style for the first comic, the one that I’ve going to start scripting come April. The same goes for my L.C. rewrite. Although I’ve not redesigned my characters I’m rewriting it at the moment. The rewrite is going quickly, the ground work is there so it’s a matter of working from there.

If I want to carry on with novel writing though there is a choice. I’ve got a few works in progress that I could turn to, both in the Darkling universe and with my fantasy world. It’s just a question of where to start.

Any ideas anyone?

A little bit lost

So I’m at a bit of a loss. I’ve been imagining this day for ages but never actually thought about what I’d do when it got here. You’re probably wondering what on earth I’m blabbering about. Well I’ll tell you.
I finished the first draft of Darkling Watch.

It’s a big deal to me, a massive accomplishment and I’ll tell you why. My biggest downfall in my writing is that I’ve never finished anything. I’ve got dozens and dozens of works in progress on my computer and in my room. Everything I start I seem to leave by the wayside. Today though is one of the first times I’ve ever actually finished something. I’m so proud of myself and at the same time I’m shell-shocked. I’ve dreamed about being able to turn around to my parents and say ‘it’s done’ but now that it’s here I don’t know what to do. I feel like I should be jumping up and down on the bed and running around squealing. But I’m not. Instead I’m sat here, trying to figure out what to do next. It’s pretty awe-inspiring. I’ve just completed the first step on the path to possibly getting published. Editting will come soon enough and then submissions. I’m finally reaching towards my dream and I can’t believe it is happening.
It doesn’t feel real. I’ve felt this feeling before; when I got into uni, when I graduated, when my first article was published in the student paper. It’s not a new sensation. I just never thought I’d get it for my writing though.

I’m sitting here wondering what else I can spend my day doing, not that I spent hours and hours just sitting there writing. A lot of the time I was procrastinating.
I suppose I could work on the Young Adult novel I’ve been planning, actually start writing it. Or I could rewrite Witchan or Loves Complications, sort out their plots and actually get onto drawing the pages again. Maybe.
Or maybe I could just revel for the day in the joy of the fact that at last I’ve finished something. I could use it as a starting point to prove to myself and everyone else that at last I’m no longer just a doer. I’m a finisher. I start things, I do them and I get them finished. 

I’m not going to lie. It’s a nice feeling.