Is this it?

I saw an interview with Björn Gustavsson, a Swedish comedian who broke the big time in Sweden last year. He was talking about how he'd worked solidly towards where his now since he was fourteen or so, and when he got there, he had a sense of, is this it?

I suspect that that's partly why I've never gotten off of my ass and actually written this blasted novel that 've been plagueing myself with for twenty-six years. Even if one produces something marvellous, so what? I'm not interested in a legacy. It's not as if the world is waiting with baited breath for my contribution. In the end, it's mostly an expression of ego.

Although the world can never have good books, and, who knows, maybe it would be a good book. And then I could just get on with being me.