There is, of course, an art to writing--or, at least, to writing well. And art requires architecture, or planning. But there is also an inspirational element to art. Inspiration is always a little bit desperate because no one knows where it comes from, or, once it leaves, how to retrieve it. And there is also a dogged, stubborn persistence to creating art. If inspiration is the ether, then persistence is the dirt.
Both inspiration and persistence have been written about (again, in my opinion,) ad nauseum, but to put them together, and call it flailing, I think is kind of fun.