Credo by Jack Kerouac - for my co blog writers

Remember above all things, Kid, that to write is not difficult, not painful, that it comes out of you with ease, that you can whip up a little tale in no time, that when you are sincere about it, that when you want to impress a truth, it is not difficult, not painful, but easy, graceful, full of smooth power, as if you were a writing machine with a store of literature that is boundless, enormous, endless, and rich. For it is true; this is so. Do not forget it it your gloomier moments. Make your stuff warm, drive it home American-wise, don't mind critics, don't
mind the stuffy academic theses of scholars, they don't know what they're talking about, they're way of the track, they're cold; you're warm, you're redhot, you can write all day, you know what you know, like Halper, you remember that, Kid, and when you feel as if you cannot write, as if it is no use, as if life is no good, read this over and realize that you can do a lot of good in this world by turning out truths like these, by spreading warmth, by trying to preach living for life's sake, not the intellectual way, but the warm way, the way of love, the way which says; brothers, I greet you with open arms, I accept your frailties, Ioffer you my frailties, let us gather and run the gamut of rich human existence. Remember, Kid, the ease, the grace, the glory, the greatness of your art; remember it, never forget. Remember passion. Do not forget, do not forsake, do not neglect. It is there, the order and purpose; there is chaos, but not in you, nowt way down deep in your heart, no chaos, only ease, grace, beauty, love, greatness…..Kid, you can whip a little tale, a little truth, you can mop up the floor with a little tale in no time; it is a cinch, you are the flow of smooth thrumming power, you are a writer, and you can turn out some mean stuff, and you will turn out tons of it, because it is you, and do not forget it , Kid, do not forget it; please, please Kid, do not forget yourself; turn out those
mean little old tales by the dozens, it is easy, sell truth, for it needs to be sold. Remember Kid,
what I say to you tonight; never forget it, read this over in your gloomier moments and never, never forget…..never, never forget…..please, please, Kid please…