I feel like all my stories are locked in my head.

I just finished a novel in a completely different genre, and I'm torn between the impatience of submitting it for hopeful publication and the wistfulness of already missing the creative high. (Neither of these is conducive for revising the first draft, it should be noted.)

I know I don't have the time and momentum to begin creating another story already. Well, that, and none of them are talking to me. I'm hoping one of my YA stories is the one that starts chatting, but after making a list of the ones I have in mind, none of them especially appeal to me at the moment.

It should be noted that none of my ideas for non-YA stories appeal to me at the moment either, so it could just be post-creative let-down.

But I feel like I have so many more books just waiting to be written, and they're all locked up inside my head.

I wish I could find the key to at least start one of them. I'd worry about building the momentum some time later.