For a pure sense of being tumultuously alive, you can't beat the nasty side of existence.
I work most days and if you work most days and you get at least a page done a day, then at the end of the year you have 365. So the pages accumulate and then I publish the books.
One either imposes one's ideas or one is imposed on.
When you publish a book, it's the world's book. The world edits it.
Should you protect profits? Yes. But run for the hills? No.
The road to hell is paved with works-in-progress.