Okay. I finished the story. For months I spent every available and creative minute with my characters. When it was done, I had this incredible feeling of elation. My test readers insist it’s ready. The feeling of accomplishment made me smile. I was happy.
But within days, the excitement diminished. I am getting restless. I recognize my desk instead of zooming in on the screen. I clean up the office, dust the PC. I’m getting bored.
I read a few books and blogs, review queries, study Jeff Herman’s Guidebook to Publishers, Editors & Literary Agents. I make lists and review agent bios. This is important. I must sent out query letters and introduce my work. But deep down I know that I must return to create very soon. Without creation my life shrinks.
“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.†― Maya Angelou