Yesterday I wrote a 933-word prose piece about a married, unsuccessful, g&t-drinking, male writer. What do I do with it now? It’s definitely not done and I need to keep working, but I’m having trouble figuring out what it should be — a novel, a screenplay, a short story? It doesn’t matter at this point because it’s nowhere near done. But I realize that I’m as much a headcase about my writing as I am everything else in my life. Trying to think ten steps ahead and figure out what something is or should be before it’s even really started. My concern is that being unable to pin down this piece soon will keep me from continuing it. I hope that’s not the case. I think I actually like this piece so far.