I will see this game of life out to its bitter end

This motion-picture muddle had distracted me from my writing.

I arise full of eagerness and energy, knowing well what achievement lies ahead of me.

I love my work but do not know how I write it.

Writing was like digging coal. I sweat blood. The spell is on me.

If I fished only to capture fish, my fishing trips would have ended long ago.

I will see this game of life out to its bitter end