much too much
Too tired for fucking, too tired to keep working, to tired to push on through to the other side, I have much to do and little time to do it within. I must keep going if I am ever going to come close to bringing anything to a finish. The task is just so massive. Just how much sleep did that character Jesus have in the end? We must make the characters have a much grander life than the author. The character must exceed life itself. The character is already dead. Beyond death. Explore the aborted foetus as character:
The crying from the kitchen. The crying from the maternity ward. The crying from the unborn. The crying from the fear of bringing a child into the world is the worst crying of all. We leave no one better off than we. The world is in a worse state than when we found it. How is your corner doing? We had our fun and now the sucker is going to burn under our flame of desire. It is getting a little hotter every day.