If his web browser takes a few extra seconds, he bites his nails.
If the check he’s expecting is a couple of days late, he’s on the phone nagging clerks.
And as for that cemetery plot he bought himself…
Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy... Submissive to everything, open, listening... Something that you feel will find its own form. --Jack Kerouac, from "Belief and Technique for Modern Prose"