Creativity is like pooping.

You have something inside of you that you have to get out.  In fact, it is a physical and psychological must.

You can’t focus until it is expelled from your body.  All your energy is concentrated on figuring out the best place to open either your anus or mind to expel the content of your inner being.

Sometimes it flows easily like watery diarrhea.  Other times it takes a more concentrated effort, like the one of those black hard excretions of shit logs.  Then there are the pellets that plop out, and leave you feeling unsatisfied.  Like you didn’t live up to your full potential.

And of course, the most painful, the most excruciating is the feeling of constipation where you can’t release any of the crap at all.

Your welcome.