The pen keeps scribbling, this is hell! To scribble, am I now condemned? I don't think so.
I boldly reach for my notebook and a pen and let the ink flow again. The quantity of words I write is considerable, and everything goes brilliantly, I think. My handwriting is not quite legible.
But who cares? What I write, no one reads! At least not yet but some day someone somewhere will I hope.