spare me the niggling pain, the tension the distractions, the tension, the rigidity the misery, the lame puns the frozen titles, spare me the hours going round and round the same words without moving anything, without breaking into clean water and new ground. if I were someone else I'd say throw it away, write it from memory, from a different place, give yourself peace and rest somehow, let it go then start again. but I'm not and I want to finish it here and now. want it to be different and exactly the same.