Have you thought about what it means to be a god?" asked the man. He had a beard and a baseball cap. "It means you give up your mortal existence to become a meme: something that lives forever in people's minds, like the tune of a nursery rhyme. It means that everyone gets to re-create you in their own minds. You barely have your own identity any more. Instead, you're a thousand aspects of what people need you to be. And everyone wants something different from you. Nothing is fixed, nothing is stable.

I'd love to think that people in the future would gather in theatres, at conventions, and in darkened rooms, and read it out to each other.

I remembered that, and, remembering that, I remembered everything.

You see, the outcome of the battle is unimportant. What matters is the chaos, and the slaughter.

I think there should be an Occupy Gallifrey. Because 0.000001% of the people have 99.99999% of the Time.

Suggestions? Put it aside for a few days, or longer, do other things, try not to think about it. Then sit down and read it (printouts are best I find, but that's just me) as if you've never seen it before. Start at the beginning. Scribble on the manuscript as you go if you see anything you want to change. And often, when you get to the end you'll be both enthusiastic about it and know what the next few words are. And you do it all one word at a time.

I am not by nature the kind of creator who is transgressive in order to be transgressive.