The problem-thing about The Golden Damned is it’s the cheap ash. It gets shoveled off the edge like it’s nothing. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t get thought about much while it’s being written. It isn’t so much channeled as much as it’s contrived nonsense. If I’m going to contrive something, I’d at least like for it to be something I can say I tried hard to write in order to effectively communicate or something like that. I’m not sure. I ought to try to write a story or something again. I’m not sure. There is a system I want to find of my own accord. Everything seems vague and shoved out to the aether. I am trying to piece together shapes with a watery glue when I shouldn’t need it. There is something strange about having the ability to use basic language and then not knowing quite what to do with it or how. You have to find your own way. I believe that. I just need to find my way, and I think that comes through writing, probably. But a more deliberate, thoughtful writing, I think. To stick consistently with thinking about a single thing for like a half hour. To not stray too far from the purpose. To find the purpose and follow it through. I want to find that. I really do feel it’s the way.