I always come back to one word when it comes to Daisy Johnson's writing: feral. It's coated in muck and nettles, and moves like wounded animal still hungry for a hunt - desperate and disjointed as it builds up momentum until the frenetic moment when the words bite down with bloody fangs and send everything reeling. I texted my friend immediately after closing Johnson's newest sibling psychological horror with a single excited phrase - Sisters just punched me in the gut.
If life has sucked out all of your creative energy like a vampire with no self control, this is the pep talk you need. It's a reminder to treasure what inspires you and to savor the act of making something. Try a different medium, use your hands, cut, paste, paint, type, etc. Let it fill you up whether it turns into something good or bad, it doesn't really matter at this moment, just make something. It's also a reminder that while you can't control when you'll have a stroke of genius sent by the muses, you can control your routine, your workspace, and small actions that will make you more likely to create. I highly recommend this book for any creative who needs a pick me up right now.