Work is what you have done after the play is produced and the audience claps. Before that friends keep asking when you are planning to go out and get a job. Genius is what they know you had after the third volume of remarkable poems. Earlier they accuse you of withdrawing, ask why you don't have a baby, call you a bum. The real writer is one who really writes.
Talent is an invention like phlogiston after the fact of fire.
Work is its own cure. You have to like it better than being loved.