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From now on he should forget the word “work” in reference to his own writing. Have him think of it simply as writing. Now this morning at the table he suddenly realized why he did not want to get up this morning, and why at other times he did not want to get up: he did not want to go to work, like a child who does to want to go to school. The connotations of the word crept into all areas of his life, tinged by unfortunate beliefs connected with the word.

Inspiration and creativity he felt he could trust, but never felt he could trust his working capacity in the way he thought of work. At the same time other activities became taboo as not-work, so it was “wrong” to putter about the house in his work hours, and equally wrong to work after hours, when people who worked should be free.

He was living with you, someone he loved who had a different temperament, and tried to make his align with your own because of his love, and also because he felt your ides were better. You were older, knew more, he felt; and you were also afraid of the spontaneous qualities that he possessed.

He chose writing initially because of the spontaneity it offered, but his ideas of work directly conflicted with this. A writer could take a stroll anytime. Someone who worked had to keep at the job. A writer could make love in the afternoon. Someone who worked had to inhibit such impulses.