Ideas don't come to you, ideas memories people places entire universes are taken away snatched away, forever just like that that's it like *poof* gone, and writing only begins when you try to fight back. Writing only consists, insofar as it is worth anything, in fighting back.

All you can hang on to is the truth of your experience, and how it is that you remember having lived through it. All "creativity" consists in is the faithful, honest reproduction of that which once was and will never again be, in spite of everything, in spite of every temptationcompulsion to falsify, in spite of every assault of Time on memory, in the teeth of shame, in the teeth of propaganda.

Creativity lies not in the act of creation but in conservation, preservation, in safeguarding and embalming, in the construction of trapdoors under which to stash away the letters, in the bottling and tinning and canning and salting and pickling and freeze-drying, and in continuation, no matter what.
Remember that.

Always. Remember that.