I still have 12K to write in this book (did I mention I passed 67K yesterday? And that was after deleting three pages /about 1K of text), and already I’m thinking about the next one. I keep trying to firmly push the concepts to the back of my brain, but they stealthily snake out of the closets and steamer trunks and insinuate themselves again into my stream of consciousness.

Fine. I’ll pick up a pretty blank book when I’m out today and note down the basics. But only the basics. Like thoughts on an outline, a rough proposal in point form, chapter ideas, etc.

This is sad.