I finally finished my new novel today. I've been working on it for a couple years now, and at one point ended up tearing it all down and rebuilding it from the ground up. But the new version feels good, and I've run it past a couple readers and my writers' group and gotten useful feedback. I've been proofing and tweaking and changing the last final bits, pretty intensely, for the past couple weeks (trying out push away all other projects).
Today it's done and tomorrow I'll start sending out queries to agents. I think I've got a decent query letter (several friends have helped me refine it a lot), but we'll see soon enough.
Next on my list is a bunch of reading, plus I'm hoping to rewrite the first act of my new play in February. Once that's done, it's on to the next novel (I have two projects that I'm itching to do).
I'm not sure how I'll celebrate. Beer and chocolate, I think (small amounts of both). Now, if I actually land a publisher, then it'll really be time to celebrate.