I don't entirely agree with his sentiments, but I find them compelling. I almost want to write a response poem beginning:
It doesn't come bursting out of me...
it seeps slowly to the surface when I'm wandering, walking
and yes, it comes unasked
But I want to be a writer.
I don't sit for hours, searching for words,
but I do search and struggle for the right words or the best words.
And I want to be a writer