Do you guys ever get sad because you decide to stay up until 1 in the morning reading over parts of your old works thinking "dam, these are some nice story plots. I wish I could finish them."
But then you remember that you've decided to try to dedicate yourself to fully finishing one book before going onto another because you can't handle multitasking book writing?
And you're happy with the book you're currently writing, but you were happy with the other books too and now you're just sad because you don't know what to do or which book to write so you kinda just sit there staring at your phone/laptop screen wondering what to do with your life because you've accidentally fallen into a pit of existential crisis?
Or is this only something that I do?