True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, as those move easiest who have learn’d to dance.

Ease looks like a gift when you see it from outside. The writer whose sentences fall into place, the speaker who never seems to search for a word, the person who moves through a room without effort. What you are seeing is not luck but a great deal of practice that has gone quiet. Skill, once it is deep enough, stops looking like skill.

If something you do still feels stiff, that is information about repetition, not about talent. Give it regular hours rather than occasional bursts, and expect the awkward stage to last longer than you would like.