you cannot force yourself to write something amazing.
you have to let it happen, and when it does happen, it feels as if the words are oozing out between your teeth, desperately laying down on the paper. Oceans and canyons and mountains and sunsets and sunrises and everything in between is put into words.
when the words ooze, I feel free of all troubles and my hand is hard, gripping the pen.
writing is beautiful in way nothing else is.