I can bring myself to solve complicated math problems, from whatever state of mind. Even if I just woke up, or I am hungry or concerned or sleepy. I have had the practice of focusing my attention and doing what needs to be done. 

But I can’t write on demand. I studied science not creative writing. I wrote only when I’m pulled from the inside, an invisible force of creativity. I don’t write on imposed topics. I don’t write letters on demand. 

I wondered if it’s right, or I’m being childish about it. Regardless, I am completely genuine, I guess like a little child would be. 

The problem I encounter is that the topics that move me, are also sensitive topics, and the mature side of me doesn’t want to offend or rock the boat too much. So I’m stuck in this wishy washy state of inspiration. Hopefully I can muster up the courage to speak with clarity and kindness, captivating and short, on things that do matter. That’s my hope.