Query, write, query, write, and keep on doing it until something breaks. Sometimes, I feel as if I'm climbing uphill with no end in sight, as in the summit cannot be seen. But many climbers before me have reached it, so I must keep going. Right? Right. And of course, write. Because without writing, who am I? It's my very life-blood, the air I breathe. It's what keeps me going and it's what gets me up in the morning. It's all I think about. Okay, maybe not all. However, my mind does drift an awful lot, and when it does, it's mostly conjuring up plots with my current set of characters, or introducing new ones, if necessary.
My characters are always in my head, aren't yours?