The title of this post pretty much says it all. I did a little pre-writing this week, realized I had a lot more material than I thought I did, and today I actually took the plunge and started writing my second novel. I'll probably be done with the first draft before I hear (good news or bad) from the publisher I submitted the first novel to.
It's a weird feeling. I've accomplished a lot in the last week. Not only did I turn in all my paperwork to graduate (with a PhD), but I submitted my first novel and snagged an interview for a fellowship that seems perfect for me (a fellowship which will allow me to delay paying back my Stafford loans for a few more years, by the way, so I will not be forced into financial ruin just yet).
Anyway, I've got four handwritten pages and another half hour to write. My pace is a little slow but I am resisting the temptation to edit for now, and the writing really is better than the first time I wrote a novel. Never actually thought I'd say I was working on my SECOND book.