I actually wrote 1,000 words today, in one day, for the first time in several weeks. I'm trying to radically alter my style of writing by forcing myself to work within certain confines in terms of word counts so as to produce something much more readable and accessible to the average reader, with an eye towards getting this book published when I'm finished. I have a timeline of the end of the year for a first draft, and then a final draft by the end of June next year. That will mean about a year I'll have spent writing this thing overall. To be honest, it's only the delusional fantasy of becoming a successful author that really gives me any hope for the future. I choose to cling to that fantasy because without it, there's no hope, and all I'd be doing is just waiting away the days until I inevitably pass. And that's too gruesome a future to really contemplate seriously.