No plans, no expectations, No Nothing
Just do it, finish that book
All of the writing in the world has come to this, to an attempt on your concentrated part
To enjoy it rather than lose yourself to it
Lose yourself with it, if anything
Smile at the battle-hardened parts, the parts that grind you The Fuck Down, for without these scintillating and intricate parts that beg to become pieces it really would be so very nauseatingly easy
Easy does nothing, hard-fought everything
Absolutely