“You implying I’m a mile off from the truth?” “I’m only implying,” Cardiff said, “that we are at a taffy pull. I’m waiting to see how far you pull it… - Ray Bradbury

This afternoon, burn down the house. Tomorrow, pour critical water upon the simmering coals. Time enough to think and cut and rewrite tomorrow. But today-explode-fly-apart-disintegrate! The other six or seven drafts are going to be pure torture. So why not enjoy the first draft, in the hope that your joy will seek and find others in the world who, by reading your story, will catch fire, too?

You are the jailer and the jailed, You the impaler and the one that your own Million-fleshed self in dreams by night do hold in thrall and now at noon must kill.

Disbelief is catching. It rubs off on people.