Oh, um well...

Words forced out don't flow in very smoothly, but just because they don't flow in doesn't make them "worse". If I write something that I have to squeeze out of me like a newborn child, that doesn't mean it wasn't meant to be, that I'm not a true writer. I mean, a true writer is just a journalist anyway.

If I sit down and strap my hands to the desk for an hour and force myself to churn out one thousand words, it will look like drivel, it will seem uninspired. That doesn't change the fact that someone who takes the time to read it might gain something from it. The last few words will be beautiful anyway, because they will be inspired by the process, and stored inspiration will have had a chance to seep out.

I hope if you read this, you see things for what they are: a computer monitor, sitting on the back of a cat smiling at you suggestively. There is a soda nearby dripping with precipitation. Smile at it and maybe even wink.