So I wrote this yesterday, and I proofed it a number of times then but haven't read it again since. But this is what I wrote reflecting on it this morning:

I'm fairly happy with the piece, first draft and all, even though it borders on prose-poetry and general wankery

I'm most pleased with how I was able to blur time, my injection of modern things into a historic fiction, in a way that strikes me as passable

I still think the day before Easter is the right time for some #DeathOfGod fiction