Being creative is sometimes like those stories about superheroes whose power is also killing them.
You wish it was easier. You dream of not wanting to be creative, to just use time to mindlessly [blissfully] chill, but you also can’t think of anything worse.
Being creative reminds me that I’m just about smart enough to consciously know how smart I am not.
This panel from WHAT IT IS by Lynda Barry sums up the emotions of writing perfectly.
But, still, there’s nothing finer than creating something and having it out in the world.