Figure out how much you have left to give? Figure out what you can do with it?

[ His smile wasn't bitter, or rather, he tried to keep the bitterness from his face. It was hard, and he really only barely managed to keep it any less than a mere touch of bitterness.

He knew that position well.

He'd almost given up, years ago. He'd honestly wanted to run, hide, and stay far removed from the world. The government's authorities couldn't hope to stand against him when their weapons couldn't shoot him, and well, he could disappear easily enough. But hiding did nothing for him, he couldn't sequester himself away. So he'd hidden in plain sight, started over again. ]

Don't you think, even if you have to start over again, I mean, if you had movies made of your books, you could do something, right?