Once again, I’ve reach the elusive milestone of finishing a book. My latest novel (my eleventh to date) is now complete and awaiting the formatting process. The novel took exactly 374 days from first sentence until the final read. A lot has happened in the past year and a lot of changes have taken place both in my life and the world. So, as I sit here on this first day of non-novel writing I find myself feeling quite odd and at a loss of how I should spend my morning. I could market and promote, but that is usually an afternoon activity done after my mind already squeezed out the creative juices for the day. I could answer emails. Again, something I usually do later. This lack of focus always happens to me when I’m not working on a book, a feeling of disconnectedness. Without a few hours writing and living in my imagination, the day takes on an oddity of unfinishness (artistic license with this word) like not having brushed your teeth in the morning. I know I stated that I wouldn’t start another book for at least three months so I could concentrate on promoting the ones I have out, but I’m finding it difficult to go even a few hours without working on a story. It seems I’ve forgotten the trick to having a normal morning. My latest, IMAGINATION will be out in a week or so and my next one after that… perhaps in 374 days.