Like a few million others, I’m ecstatic that Lost returns tonight for its final season.

As I was reading über-geek Doc Jensen’s latest over at EW.com, the writer in me was equally ecstatic to read his hopes for the last of Lost:

I hope the writers execute season 6 in such a way that first and foremost pleases THEMSELVES, because that will be the most interesting permutation. Then, secondarily, I hope they write the show to please ME.

I believe that the primary calling of any writer is to please himself. His audience, therefore, must come second. If a writer can’t please or entertain himself, what hope of pleasing or entertaining others?

I am compelled to write; part of what compels me is the desire to uncover the mystery of the story and the world I am creating. I have to be my biggest fan. If I let myself down . . .