I spent most of September refusing to decide anything. Three drafts of the same chapter, two of them abandoned at the halfway mark, none of them wrong exactly. Keeping every door open felt responsible at the time.
It was not. A decision made badly on Tuesday beats a decision deferred until November, because the bad one teaches you something by Thursday.
None of this is advice. It is just what held up when the weeks got crowded.
Everything I write gets filed by month, never by topic. Topics shift and the folders stop making sense within a year. Months do not move.
Four years in, the archive is useless for searching and perfect for remembering, which turned out to be what I wanted from it.