I think this is good. I'm here early. It used to take me a while, at least a week before the depression set in. The inner editor, who finally finds a hole in the box to scream through, is still there. He hasn't forgotten me. He is determined to stop me before I actually accomplish something. What a bastard! I can't stand him.
It's good to hear his rant. It reminds me of how much is at stake. He is simply an agent of Thimnion, my antagonist. He doesn't want the hero to succeed. He knows that the only way to assure defeat is to stop me from writing. If he can stop me than Mac will be forever stuck on an alien ship in the netherworld of dimensional space waiting for me to show up and give him a hand.
I'm not ready to give up yet. I'm resolved. My mission is clear. You better get ready Thimnion because I just locked your little friend a little deeper in the box!

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