Dreamstorming for my first novel

I'm in my room all dressed up.

I'm choosing what t-shirt to wear.

I can't decide what t-shirt to wear.

I keep glancing at a pile of manuscript next to my laptop.

I keep flicking through the manuscript.

The manuscript's thick.

The manuscript's thin.

I read the title on the manuscript: it's not mine.

There's no title on the manuscript.