I read that book in the late 90s, and the morning pages was the one thing I took to heart from it. The weird thing is when I go back and read what I wrote a we

I read that book in the late 90s, and the morning pages was the one thing I took to heart from it. The weird thing is when I go back and read what I wrote a week or 2 later, it's all from outer space. I have no idea where most of it is coming from, and usually have no recollection of writing it. You transition seamlessly from dreaming to writing, and like dreams, you forget it soon after you wake up.