I've actually been writing and editing some, the last couple of weeks. I spent a few days reading through my more recent projects, and the one that stuck with me was a sci-fi romance/erotica novella I'd originally written a couple of years ago, and which I spent some time revising last year. When I read through it again, there were only a couple of scenes that needed to be cleaned up, and one last scene to write.
So I did it. Last Wednesday, I wrote the words "THE END." and saved the file and closed it. Thursday, I read through it again and made a couple of quick fixes, and I gave it to a couple of friends who had offered to read it. Reactions have been positive so far... so I'm sitting on it for another day or two, after which I'll do a final read-through and clean-up (I spotted a typo, at least, when I skimmed through yesterday looking for something) and then I'm going to submit it for publication. I'm trying to decide whether to use a pen name -- any opinions?
Anyway, I thought that was that, and after a short break to get my brain re-aligned, I'd go back to the other big project. Except that over the weekend, I pondered a "what-if" that pretty quickly blew up into a pretty compelling sequel. And somewhere in the back of my brain is a situation that I could probably build into a third story.
Last night, I started jotting notes and sketching out the rough shape of the sequel.
So I may be stuck in that world for a while.
Turns out, I'm okay with that.