Put it off for a bit. All life is putting off. Well, not entirely.
Death comes along like a gas bill one can't pay.
As a chamber hung round about with looking-glasses represents the face upon every turn, thus all the world doth the mercy and the bounty of God; though that be visible, yet it discovers an invisible God and his invisible properties.
The downtrodden are the great creators of slang.
The unconscious mind has a habit of asserting itself in the afternoon.
I chart a little first-list of names, rough synopsis of chapters, and so on. But one daren't overplan; so many things are generated by the sheer act of writing.