Oh my, creative muse, come kiss the poor, wretched soul trying to pour some sense onto his white sheet of paper. The hour is late, maybe too late to turn this ship around and head for port, where nobody awaits us. Only shame for those who didn't even try. No. We shall face the challenge, seize the moment, live up to the grand expectations we inherited from our forefathers. Ambition, my friends, is a double edged blade. Ambition can twist, turn and kill what's left of your creative spirit. Or elevate it, give it wings, make it soar high, up higher than bird can fly. Which will it be? In half an hour and after half a bottle of decent Rum, I'll know the answer. Pray for me.