if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
While cleaning up some papers today, I came across an old print out from the poets site of the Charles Bukowski poem “so you want to be a writer?”
So I sat down, read the poem, and thought about it. And TBH, I agree with him.
Disclaimer time: I know Buk is problematic and an utter misanthrope.
Still, I don’t think you can force creativity. The best writing I ever did was when I felt the energy behind it.
Besides, what’s the use of working on something for hours if the energy isn’t there and you don’t have the passion for it?