Or, as Goethe summed it: “Know thyself? If I knew myself, I’d run away. - Harlan Ellison

And so it goes. And so it goes. And so it goes. And so it goes goes goes goes goes tick tock tick tock tick tock and one day we no longer let time serve us, we serve time and we are slaves of the schedule, worshipers of the sun's passing, bound into a life predicated on restrictions because the system will not function if we don't keep the schedule tight.

A writer who writes more than he reads is an amateur.

Get a day job, make your money from that, and write to please yourself.