Whirlwind.

I’ve been trying to race through some editing.  Once the writing is finished, the editing seems like an even stupider process.  The writing takes a year, the editing takes less, but its like reading something you already read and have to gut it like a fish.  You’ve got plenty of patience getting the original writing done, but the editing is something you want to do quickly.  Sort of finishing a job you already finished.  I hate it, because I do most of it myself, so there’s probably something wrong with the final product somewhere.  I’m trying to write a couple of books right now, one is a story about a man looking back on life, and one is a western.  I plan on tying the western to a little book I did before, at least vaguely.  I think the world is sort of looking for a little distraction, and looking to things that may have been easier, or simpler.  No era is perfect, but there’s reasons we look to other times and other situations for entertainment, or learning.  I think that’s what I’m trying to do with my writing, is look into the past for answers.  Nothing’s really changes, just our toys.  We all have the same struggles we’ve always had, its just whether or not it ends up on the internet.