So as it turns out, I'm not very good at leisurely writing a book. If I'm not putting myself under constant pressure to finish something, I get all, "I'll get right on that! Tomorrow." This actually is totally unsurprising to anyone who has ever met me, because I'm a works-well-under-pressure gal. Yay, Scorpio! I've always said I'm awesome when things go to crap. It's when things are going good that I get suspicious. So anyway, the moral to this story is that if I'm going to write that sequel, I'm going to do it in a month with a hard deadline. Plus side, I'll be awesome when I'm finally published and am put on deadline. ::Hear that agents?!::
So now I have to decide what I'm going to do. Do I put my nose to the grindstone and finish the sequel or try to think of a new idea? It's silly, but I feel weird putting the amount of energy needed to write a book into a sequel of a book that hasn't been picked up by an agent or sold yet. And writing for me is cool, but am I missing out on My Next Great Idea (yes, I capitalized it. It felt right.) because I'm working on something for fun?
There's also something to be said for that buzz I get when I have a new idea. It's when I know that I'm operating on all cylinders and doing what I'm supposed to be doing with my life when I get an idea that I know I can turn into 50-80 thousand words. And I miss it. I haven't worked on anything new since NaNoWriMo and I miss the rush of it.
Maybe I will write something new. I guess it's time to hit up my ideas list to see what comes up. If nothing does, then I'll finish the sequel. A plan!
Before that though, I have finals and revisions for HOOD to finish in the next few weeks. Then I'll put myself on an intense deadline and stress myself out. Good times.