I've not finished the book yet. Several reasons. I've been busy with the day job. I had family come visit. But the biggest reason was I had an attack of the fear. Fear that what I've spent the last six months on wasn't any good, that people will read it and think "what a load of crap" - basically negative thoughts of every kind.
I'm over it now and clocking in 1500 words a day. The end is close. dangerously close.
Naturally I've been having ideas of what to do next. I've been drawing characters, musing over situations and worlds. I know this too is a form of resistance, of procrastination, my fear trying to delay work on the main project but at least this is productive, inspiring almost. we'll have to wait and see.