“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Each day became a battle in which what he loved to do had to be transformed into work, with all of its unnatural connotations—to him. As soon as a workroom really became a workroom his creativity made him leave it, so that he could create outside of the work context.

He tried desperately to schedule his highly creative productivity to fit that pattern. Whenever he had difficulty writing he would become more and more particular about his writing hours. He found that sometimes his so-called writing hours were not as productive as his after-hours writing. He loves to write at twilight, for example.

What he loved to do then was equated with work.

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.