There's no gentler happiness I know of than showing up to write regularly, if not daily. It doesn't matter whether one or a million people read the words. As long as there's just one other on the receiving end of things, it feels worthwhile... because it's about experiencing the wonder of creation. With another.
It used to take me five to twenty hours till I had a page of writing. That shortened to a few hours when I changed audiences from academia to general humans. I then kept lowering my standards to the point where now, it might take just 10 - 20 minutes for a sloppy page of writing to appear... that I can work with at a later point. Which I do. Mostly.
When I regularly show up to this act of co-creating, i learn something deep in my being. This same capacity to shape and influence things begins to show up in my life. That's the real point of an artistic discipline, I believe. It's not for fame or fortune, nor for praise or recognition. Not even for livelihood. It's to learn to harness this innate capacity to co-create one's reality.
Otherwise, this whole living thing can get drab. Fast.
And yet, when things are moving, shifting, appearing (seemingly out of nowhere), shaping and reshaping themselves, there's nothing then that feels missing. 😉