And I suddenly think…
And I suddenly think, I have been feeling uneasy the whole weekend for no cause. I should either worry about it after tomorrow, or decide what I want most. It is only when I have come up with my greatest desire that I can ever be at rest.
And I suddenly think, if I so much enjoyed, not only writing, but book-making, then I should consider a second attempt. It is not like I do not have ideas. The captial can be raised. One’s will and time are more of a problem, but can be compromised.
And I suddenly think I should submit to the temptation. But I think the better of it. Perhaps the best is yet to come or perhaps the best is already gone. Who knows.