You write as if there were a proverbial gun to your head. You “drain” the reservoir as the sage of Big Sur puts it, but that is only because time will change the experience which you describe and you will no longer be able to access the truth of it, once you have lived more. The act of living changes the raw truth of discovery, the purity of perception. You have to get it down on the page, I disagree with Mr. Miller when he says it’s “not necessary” or good to create for those inevitably long hours when the manic muse strikes you. The doors of perception burst wide open flooding your mind with that deluge of what is insufficiently accredited as creative inspiration.
I’ve got everything to do under the sun other than writing.