Writing truly is magical! Once you put pen to paper, thoughts that once seemed insightful and necessary immediately are transfigured obvious and insipid.
Maybe it all has to do with the format. The fact that these thoughts are lurking in the dark alleys of your head is what gives them that perceived uniqueness and mystique (similar to why vampires are inexplicably “sexy”). Basically, because they’re in a unique format (ie – your own consciousness), they seem wonderful by default. However, as soon as the medium shifts from the unique to the mundane, your perspective shifts and (after having conquered the vertigo), you unconsciously compare your creation to the millions of similar experiences you’ve had with words-on-paper.
I guess that’s why the vampires stay in the dark: better mysterious than dust.
The truth is that thoughts of creation are dark thoughts, expanded while lying in bed, roving the misty scape of near-dreaming. These thoughts are left for the dark, unable to withstand the burning even of the muted light filtered through your eyelids.
The bright aura of a computer screen scalds the mists clear, each strike of the keyboard an earthquake to that wild, serene birthplace of words and ideas.
It does not take genius to see the fae on midsummer’s night; all children do that. The genius is in coaxing them out of the shaded wood and into the sunlight.