Many of us talk around the supper table, tell stories, jokes, repeat what happened at the office, and never know we are creating fictions, dialogue, suspense, climax. If you can talk, not being able to write is a learned disability. It is almost always the result of scar tissue, of disbelief in yourself accumulated as a result of unhelpful responses when you have tried to write. Those wounds can be healed, those blocks can be removed. What I believe is not believed by everyone.
Art is the creative expression of the human spirit.
Often, whatever we may think of the form it takes, there is intimate support. Shakespeare worked in the intimate, supportive community of a strong theater that wanted his next play. Dickinson worked within the intimate community made up of her family members who loved her and protected her time and privacy. Where there is not intimate support, there is often the driving force of suffering, creating an intense personal isolation out of which the voice of genius arises. Each of us is capable of genius, but we need support, and we can give it to one another as friends, or in honest and supportive workshop settings.