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.

2 comments:

Osutein said...

It will indeed be awesome. If you can pull it off.

NO PRESSURE!

oline said...

gee, thanks, sensei.