writing the next book

Whenever I talk about my book I am asked :"And what happened after that?" So much happened after that, that I find it difficult to write in a consequential way, rather there are anecdotes, visual moments, odd memories. SO, I just jot them down and hope that eventually they will produce the answer to the question, albeit in in a logical way - so the book may be read: a bit here, a bit there, and put it together in your own way. Or am I crazy?