08 April 2011
2 "if 'if' were a fifth, we'd all be drunk."
awhile ago, i wrote a polemic against religion. it's a half-written, overwrought, fucked up, sinkhole of thought, beast of a thing and has, justly, been carnaged in writing group every single month since.
all that remains of the original is three paragraphs and the closing two lines, and i've a sneaking suspicion those three paragraphs have got to go.
the last two lines are the key. they are set in stone. they have made multiple jaws drop.
if only i knew how to get to them.
i don't and there's apparently not going to be any easy way, and so i've spent months trawling through emotional dung and writing thousands of words that didn't take me where i need to go.
sensei and the dane seem pretty damn sure this is something. if i can pull it off.
right now, there’s nothing quite so daunting as that if.