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I’ve written at least ten drafts of my first novel. You would think after ten drafts, this last one would be the final one, but it isn’t. I’ve printed it out and put it into a binder for my husband to read. After he reads it and makes comments, which will probably take two weeks because he’s not a fiction reader, I’ll edit it again before giving the manuscript to my beta readers. What I’m relieved about is that I can see the finish line.

In the meantime, what am I to do? I thought about outlining this idea for a novel I’ve been ruminating on since October. Or I could read up on nonfiction proposals, since I also have an idea for a nonfiction book. In the immediate future, I’m blogging and making an agent submission tracker so I can send query letters to agents as soon as this book is ultimately finished (on my end).

So technically, I’m not finished-finished. But I’m close. It feels like I’m at the point of getting ready to go to bed. I’m in my pajamas. I’ve brushed my teeth and washed my face, and I’m about to slip into bed but I haven’t just yet. I’m close, so very close. There will be beta readers, more editing, more feedback, maybe an editor, then submission to agents and then more waiting. While I wait, I guess I’ll work on social media posts, reading up on submitting queries, and reading.

What do you do when you’re “finished” and waiting for the next step?