That feeling you get when you have tons of new ideas of various fictional stories that you want to write and you have long-forgotten your previous work and you got nothing to think about it and you hesitate if you shall continue or change the whole plot or just publish a new book and I can't get the hang of my thoughts, distracting me, when I should be reviewing by now, but then there's always tomorrow morning so yeah, I guess I'll just give myself a week or two to decide with "Promise", it's just so hard to think, and it should've been finished by the end of October but I failed so whatevs.
