So tonight I put to (digital) paper my thoughts; comings and goings; progress; loss; and whatnot of my "Project Hatred1.1." Or as I call it "The Infinity Loop of the Ever Rewritten." It's frustrating at times with my mind. I sit here listening to the voices in my skull, saying "Write this." and "Say that." Then they start to argue about how the other one was a dunce and how it needs reworked. Then the reworking is reworked. By the time it's all said and done, I've essentially edited down 3 pages of work to about 2 paragraphs. The next day, I delete that and start over. *sigh* I managed about 1,000 words today with very minimal rework! I feel special. Snowflake in a blast furnace kind of special, actually. I fear for tomorrow though and what I've written. I love sci-fi and fantasy. I love the mystery and the thriller. A good western sings to me in great ways that often is of a song that nothing else can match. But so is the sound of a Sam Spade-like detective in a thick and rich pulpy noir. So many voices in my head as it's hard to get one to focus on at times. Tomorrow will be a better day.