All right, I've settled on which half-written novel I'll try to complete -- the newest one. So one of the half-novels, which so far is really awesome, may have to wait another five years before it's resumed. It feels a bit like I've put something in the oven but then started doing laundry, because laundry is somehow sexier, while the thing in the oven just sits there. And the oven was never turned on, despite how promising the batter looks.
(Mostly posting this song because of its title, and I can't say I condone this much smoking. But doesn't Father John Misty look like Highlander star Christopher Lambert?)