Strange week, this one.
Bad health, and that weird, sort of sudden vacuum that plops around you as you fall into that strange territory between projects.
Spend half a day on the trains, and go down with cold and sore throat – that’s me.
So I’m trying to get back on my feet, and in the meantime I catch up with my reading, and plan for things to come.

A few days back I heard a colleague wax lyrically about what you do when you finish your novel.
I was surprised at the sting of irritation I felt.
What you do when you finish your novel? What a silly question…
You start the next one, because bills won’t pay themselves.

Well, actually it’s a little more articulated.
You can take an afternoon off, and maybe prepare yourself a cup of hot chocolate to celebrate.
Watch a few old episodes of Department S.
Listen to the Doobie Brothers.
Then you start on the next one.

That might non be a novel, but maybe a short story, or a novella or a game project, or something else.
Or all of those, in any sequence you feel like.
Like the Doobies said, it keeps you running.