As I have mentioned, the thing I do these days is make handmade booklike objects with pictures stuck into them. In editions of three. One for me, one to give to ... someone project specific, and one to release into the wild.
It is such an enormous relief to wrap one of these stupid things up. To get that third book abandoned in a coffee shop, or into the hands of the right person, or whatever. To be done. Freedom to move on.